Pound Pooch

diary of a shelter worker.


a phone call

"Um, I'm not sure if this is the right number to call."
"A hawk just flew into my window."
"Oh, is it in your house now?"
"No, it's like stunned outside, it's not moving."

Pause. I don't know quite what to say to this. A hawk?

"Oh, OH! There she goes! She's flying! I guess we're okay! Sorry to bother you!"
"No problem."


At 3:14 PM, Blogger thb said...

hey, tell her next time she should keep her windows open!! did u call j on her b'day and wish her many happy hawks??


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