We call him Edward, I think the name was inspired by Edward Scissorhands. If you have ever had the chance to meet our national bird, The Bald Eagle, your gaze eventually found it’s way to admiring those incredible yellow feet, so well appointed with those downright scary, needle sharp claws. For thousands of generations, those feet have continued to evolve into a perfect combination of power and quickness in order to provide food for this mighty predator and his offspring.
Power Beyond Belief
Edward was found on the side of the highway and brought to the Florida Wild Mammal Association facility by a federal wildlife officer. He was in desparate condition upon his arrival. He appeared toxic, unable to use his legs in a coordinated manner in order to stand. The first night as Chris and I examined him I felt he had just about given up on life.
Of course Chris and her “never say die” spirit suggested I think on it and in the mean time she would provide the supportive care he so desparately needed. Think, I did. I thought the last thing I wanted to do was say words over the grave of our national bird. I was betting that Chris would weave her magic web of salvation over this dying animal and buy us enough time to sort things out.
Sure enough, with 36 hours of care and support she had this bird strong enough, we felt, to indure the stress of a hands on examination. For a wild bird in very poor condition, you must be very careful to balance treatment with a bird’s ability to tolerate your efforts. A sick bird can die in your hands only because you rushed too quickly to try to help.
We carefully extracted the eagle from his cage and secured him for a thorough exam. His gnarled talons clinched on both feet and a flacid tail suggested that he probably had neurological trauma, possibly a spinal and/or pelvic fracture. Xrays later confirmed my fear. My heart sank as I realized Edward had little chance of ever being free again.
Over the next two weeks he continued to improve, regained full use of his feet and his appetite returned to normal. Unlike most large birds of prey who look you over with a quiet confidence that betrays no fear, Edward looks at you like he wants to kick your butt. I hope he never gets the chance to try me because I fear, he will do just that.
Edward continues to recover. He flies from perch to perch with grace and dignity. His tail, which he needs for sustained flight, is flacid and useless but he still looks handsome-and he knows it. To live, Edward will have to be an educational bird in an exibit. Those awsome talons that, a few weeks ago, helped him rule his kingdom, will only have to grip his perch. My pride with having helped Edward survive is tempered by the sadness that he will never soar over his domain again.
It only costs about 5 bucks a day to feed Edward his fresh fish. Chris could sure use your help. I promise you she gives a dollar’s worth of love, care and devotion for every nickel she receives.
Exam prior to transport
Ready for Xrays
Home Recovering
Wow, I have never seen one so up close and personal. They ARE amazing!
Wow, great pictures of a Bald Eagle, we have never seen one that close up. We are pleased and excited to have you and Melody in our neck of the woods, and as our packs’ new vet. Thank you for choosing Wakulla County as your “retirement” home!
What an absolutly beautiful animal. I wanna come play with you guys :-}