I guess they’re trying to pull my poor mother back in. When my dad retired from his veterinary practice almost exactly one year ago, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, as it meant that she was retiring from her satellite career as a wildlife rehabilitator. Not that she didn’t love doing it, but it pretty much absorbed every waking moment from early spring until the first frost for at least twenty years. She’s been happily free of her critters for an entire year, and then the Manchester Police showed up on the doorstep bearing this little beast:

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Have you ever seen such a little animal (baby long-eared owl, for those of you who are wondering) look so utterly disgusted with its situation?

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