Wednesday, June 06, 2012
I was signing in this morning and some student ran up to me in the office and said there's an injured bird, he was sent to get me. (I'm an ART teacher, not science or anything!) Anyway, I told him I had to speak with the principal and I'd be right there.
So I get to my classroom, two minutes later, and there's a laughing gull right at my door - being guarded by a crowd of students and two school monitors in a police golf cart. Yup, police golf cart!
I explained to the kids that the last time I picked up an injured gull, the animal shelter had to call the parks department, because these are a protected species - so that they really needed to stop throwing rocks at animals, they could actually go to jail for injuring an animal. (Middle school boys aren't ready for the esoteric discussion of abstract morality.) Anyway, I got a box and a towel, one kid gently picked up the bird and put him in the box, he's currently on a desk. I'm trying to get in touch with either the national parks office, or the animal shelter, so I can find out who can care for this bird. I'll call my vet in a few minutes if I can't get anyone else.
All this before 8 AM.