What would you do if you accidentally hit an endangered bald eagle with
car? The eagle had been feasting on roadkill when Robbie Tribbey couldn't
hitting her. I think that what she and her son Devin did next was
comparatively few of us would have done.
Horrified, Robbie stopped her car and would then spent a lot of time trying
help the injured eagle. But first she realized that they had to protect
further injury. Luckily - they had a blanket with which they covered her
would not be spooked by on coming traffic.
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This accident happened as they were driving through western Wisconsin
home after a weekend trip to their cabin. This caring woman would later
this incident- "First I was scared to death, then I just wanted to cry
that poor bird." God bless her. She certainly was not one of the perhaps
many uncaring and irresponsible persons who would just drive off without
to help the injured eagle. Some people even drive off after hitting a
And this mother and her son would spend the next three hours trying to
"America" as they named her. It's amazing too that Robbie knew of a
rehab center in Duluth, Minnesota, where they first took her.
The workers at the center believed that America should be examined for
injuries, and that would require her to be transported to the Raptor Center
University of Minnesota in Minneapolis. It surprised me that they didn't
do the transporting, but undeterred, Robbie herself would drive this
endangered eagle there. I couldn't have done the same --not for lack of
but for all the required driving. Obviously, I am not a good driver.
Good news. America had only some bumps and bruises. She was soon able to
stand and eat on her own. Both Robbie and Devin were happy to hear this,
they look forward to the day when America can spread her wings again and
At the TV station where she was being interviewed, Robbie said of the
"I wanted to give my son a lesson in being kind and doing good. I really
see America released, and I would love to be there when that
What a mom. I wish that many more of us would be like her. Sadly, I think
A NAMELESS GROUND HOG
Some years ago a young man whose name I have forgotten lived next door to
the front apartment with his dog Jake. Sadly, Jake somehow was not the
of dogs. My seven dogs were all good tempered and friendly; so in reality,
this was my
first experience with one who wasn't.
And sadly too, Jake would soon prove to me that indeed he was not one of
"Bill," his owner, was a decent chap and what happened next certainly was
not his fault.
He had to put Jake on a tether any time he was placed in the back yard
was no gate in the yard to keep him in and from wandering.
But one day, a ground hog that I had never seen around before ventured
yard. A big mistake, because Jake would do the unthinkable and attacked
him. I did not
witness the attack, but when leaving my house for a walk, I spied the poor
on the ground. Clearly, he had been bitten by Jake. I called Bill and
asked him if we
could take this poor groundhog, who I thought was still alive, to a
Bill clearly felt bad about the groundhog and agreed. Neither of us had
been to this
wildlife center before, but miraculously we found it. I had wrapped the
groundhog in a
brown terrycloth towel and cradled him in my arms. But sadly when we got
center, we were both distressed to find out that the ground hog had died
en route. That
was crushing news when we wanted so much for him to have a second
I believe I left a small donation, knowing that they at least would take
care of this dear
creature's body in a humane fashion.
Needless to say, the trip home was sad, but we had done what we could for a
who wandered into the wrong yard at the wrong time. Both Bill and Jake
have moved on,
but the remembrance of this sad day comes back to me from time to time.