Some of you may remember way back in 2009 the story about Buster, the Boxer. If not, here's the Cliff Notes version so you don't have to read the links below.
Hans is on a job in California. He spots a Boxer running loose. He uses a waffle left-over from breakfast to lure the dog to him. He calls me and asks me to call the animal shelter in the vicinity . . .
Fast forward to yesterday . . .
Hans is on a job in Wyoming. He spots an injured Golden Eagle on the side of the road. He doesn't have a waffle for the bird. He calls me and asks me to call Wyoming Wildlife and Game Department.
Ok. So, if your a bird watcher, you know this isn't a Golden Eagle, but it's the best I can do. This is our resident hawk who reeks havoc among my quail, chipmunks, squirrels, and other critters who frequent our yard.
But I digress . . .
After going through the recorded messages of the Wyoming Wildlife Division, I finally reach a living-breathing human being who then directs my call to a Game Warden.
No, I don't need to report poaching.
No, I don't need a hunting license.
All I need to do is give you my husband's cell phone number so he can tell you where this Golden Eagle is, and maybe you can help it.
He was more than happy to take the information.
Fast forward again . . .
Here's what he told HansMan . . .
There was a dead deer lying on the side of the road, close to the Golden Eagle.
The bird had feasted on the deer.
So much so, the bird couldn't take off.
As soon as the bird digests the 20+ pounds of meat it devoured and poops and couple of times, the bird will then be able to fly away.
Who knew ?