That's Wild!

How I Became an Educational Bird

By Poet the Prairie Falcon

You may have seen me on such shows as Wild Rescue. Yes, that glorious bird on your TV was me.

I'm a prairie falcon, which means I'm one of the fastest birds in the sky - or, at least, I used to be. When I was found, I couldn't fly anywhere. I was just flapping around helplessly with my left wing badly injured. By the time I was rescued and taken to the veterinarian, gangrene had set in. The doc put me back together again and I was soon out of danger, but there was no way I was ever going to be able to get back to my spectacular dive-bombing aerobatics.

Instead, I got a whole new life at Best Friends, where I traded in my old flying license from Mother Nature for a federal and state educational license. That means I can teach children (and grown-ups, too) how to be good to wildlife.

Lesson One, by the way:

If you find an injured bird like me, call an official wildlife rehab person.

Every evening, my rehab person, Sharon St. Joan, lets me hop up on her fist and we tour all of Feathered Friends together. And when I'm off duty, I enjoy chatting all day with the educational ravens in the next aviary.

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