I can remember years ago, I was driving down the road when I saw a little duckling trying to climb the kerb. I stopped because it couldn’t get off the road. I couldn’t find his or her family on the reservoir, so I nipped into the nearby factory to ask for a box. I was going to take it to the vets who tend to pass lost strays to animal sanctuaries.
Here I was with several burly chaps trying to find me a box. One of them told me that he could take the duckling to his dad as he knew all about ducks. It turned out that his dad had looked after lost ducklings before and even managed to hatch deserted eggs, so he was quite knowledgeable. I left the duckling in good hands. It was just like a jigsaw puzzle that just fitted together.
What a wonderful story, Lady Julie. The problem that we have is that if we take them to the vets, the vets have the tendency to put the animals down. In some cases, they can really do no more for them as they are not equipped with the infrastructure to save animals.
The last time that we took one there, was a Pied Crow and its right leg was broken. So now the Pied Crow is no more.
There are special animal rehabilitation centers here, and we now have a list of them with contact details. The sad thing is that they receive so many calls that they can't help everybody all of the time, so I was really lucky - like you in your story - to get the little goose the help that he needed.
Btw. Burly guys normally have very good hearts, especially when they see a female 🤣
!PIZZA
Yes, I agree with you about some vets putting them to sleep. You have to do a bit of research about them and choose wisely.
Burly guys - 😁
Thank you and we have also noticed that. Always best to go through the proper contacts to get them help. Sadly, not so many of them around.
!PIZZA