So, we took the little barn owl to the rehabilitation place this morning.
Their goal, of course is to rehabilitate and release animals to the wild. However, they also have several large raptors that can't be released for a variety of reasons, which they keep "for educational purposes". They'll do programs at schools, for instance.
And they're funded entirely by donation. (And fees for their shows.) And they depend heavily on volunteers that care for the animals, do educational shows and tours, and probably a great deal of unpleasant and messy work.
So you'd think they'd be more friendly.
Actually the man that met us was nice enough. But the woman in charge... well, maybe we caught her on a bad day. She wanted us out of there as quickly as possible.
No reinforcement to the kids that they'd done the right thing in helping the owl.
No thanks for going out of our way to rescue the bird (according to her instructions) and drive it more than 20 miles to their facility.
No taking the opportunity to educate the kids about what they do there or about any of the animals.
And, no, we may not look around at the captive never-to-be-released animals in plain view, because it wasn't the one half-day a week they're open to the public.