Years ago when my youngest son was about 7, we were driving down a country road one evening. We saw something on the shoulder of the road, so I pulled over. It was a small owl that was dazed and unable to fly.
I took off my sweatshirt and wrapped it around the little fella, and my son held it in his lap while we drove home. I put it in the garage and made some phone calls to find a rescue center or something similar. Found a guy from a raptor organization that said he would come take a look the next day.
When he showed up, the owl was flying around the garage. He figured the owl probably got hit by a passing box truck or something similar and was just dazed. We managed to recapture it using a towel and cardboard box and released it near the road were we found it. Turned out to be a Saw-Whet Owl.
PAPILLION, NE
