Saturday early afternoon, we are heading home from our errands in Sarasota, when Michael swerves off the road in the middle of the highway. I never saw it, but in the North bound lanes, he had witnessed a White Egret get hit by a car. The birds wing was badly broken, but it was still alive and flopping around on the median in the middle of the highway. He jumps out of the car, runs down the expressway and catches the bird. Meanwhile, I am trying to figure out what the hell we are going to do with it. We are new here, there is wildlife everywhere we don't know about, do they even have rescues? Well yes they do. Venice has it's own sanctuary on the outskirts of town where it rehabs injured wildlife of all kinds, and provides housing for those that cannot be returned due to their injuries. http://www.wildlifecenterofvenice.org/
Anyway, after sacrificing a really cute blue sparkle hoodie to wrap the poor little birdy in, and getting to be the designated crapped on/peeded on bird holder, we were able to bring him or her to the sanctuary where they rushed him or her into emergency care. We were told they thought the bird would be ok, but that we should call back in a week or so for an update. Unfortunately, we could not take a picture of the little guy or girl, but we did take a few of the facility while we were there.
