At the Washington State University Teaching Hospital, I ran into Rose, here handling Kotori, a Western Screech Owl at the WSU Raptor Club. Brought in as an owlet in 2014, his flight feathers twisted as he grew, so he couldn’t be released back into the wild.
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I watched his head turn 270 degrees as he read the landscape. Hear that warning clack? And his hoot? The vet hospital is his only forest.
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I wonder if he remembers the other one.
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“I am like an owl in the desert, like a little owl in a far-off wilderness.”
—Psalm 102:6
Cheryl Grey Bostrom, Author 
Sometimes it’s better to forget our natural state in order to fully enjoy our gifted one.
I love owls!
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Beautiful and wise, Kay. Thanks!
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He’s a lucky owl. You and the vets have managed to keep his true dignity in the open for all to see.
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