Today I started out on my trip to Yellowstone. Three hours into it, on I-94 near Fargo, I caught a glimpse of a great-horned owl sitting in the median right next to the road. I had to drive a ways to get to the next exit and turn around. Sure enough, that's what was there. Since I'm going camping I have a bunch of stuff with me, including a box and a blanket. I stopped on the side of the interstate (which always makes me nervous) and walked up to the owl, threw the blanket over it and put it in the box. That was the easy part (except when it grabbed my finger with a talon!) Then I had to figure out what to do with it. I managed to get a hold of Karla Kinstler at the Houston (MN) Nature Center
, who is an owl expert. I attended the Owl Festival there back in February, so she was the first person who came to mind. She gave me the contact info for a few rehabbers in ND so I got a hold of one of them. Unfortunately none of the rehabbers were anywhere close to the south part of the state, and I didn't want to turn around and go back to the Twin Cities. So that began a 4 hour series of many phone calls to various people and organizations, and I finally found a vet who does avian rescue, and was within a reasonable distance. This process was not easy, being out of state, and not having access to a computer or anything where I could look up information! Plus I was more than a little nervous having this GHO in the car. So I got it to the vet and it turns out the owl doesn't have any obvious external injuries, but is completely blind. Probably a head injury from being hit by a car. It will probably be sent to the MN Raptor Center for further care, which is back in the Twin Cities. It's one of the best centers for raptors in the country. So hopefully the owl will recover and I'll be able to follow up with what's going on. Meanwhile, I did manage to snap a few shots with my P&S. I didn't want to do too much for fear of further traumatizing the owl, or myself! Overall this added about 2 hours to my trip (since I kept driving west). Had I not been able to find somewhere in ND to take it, I would have turned around back to the Twin Cities without hesitation.
Here it is in the back of the car. It had managed to get out of the box and then fall behind the driver seat.
Needless to say it wasn't easy to get it out of that position. Somehow I did, while keeping all of my fingers attached to my body. Here it is back in the box:
Here it is at the vet:






