el buho pobrecito (the poor little owl)

(Shannon)
This is the one part of the rock-climbing story that jess forgot to post (or repressed because the fate of the owl was not yet known).
So while we were climbing, there was a crew of guys hanging out about 50 feet from us...and this owl either fell from its nest or they were throwing rocks at it, my lack of spanish made it hard to know. Long story short, they came over to us with this baby owl wrapped in a t-shirt. (picture below)
We sort of poked at it for a few minutes, and then the guys decided to leave, so we were left with this baby owl and no fucking idea what to do with it. we ended up putting it in a small bag so that it could be alone and in the dark while we figured it out. after we were all done climbing, we decided that the best course of action would be to take it to the zoo in town. so we show up with two car-loads full of kids, and tell the guard at the entrance to the zoo that we found this baby owl...he looks rather puzzled, but then opens the gate to let us in. so we go in and find a little shack with some zoo employees in it, and try to get them to take the poor thing. "no tocamos aves," (we don´t take birds), he tells us. The girls with us plead with him for a while, and we later learn that the bird specialist was not in that day. the pleading and begging continues. the girls say "no tiene corazon" (you have no heart!). the back and forth continues for about 20 minutes, until the guy eventually gives them the number of the bird guy. so they talked to him on the phone, and he agreed to let them bring the poor thing to his house.
phew.
poor thing. he had quite an adventure.
as it turns out, the bird was old enough that it doesn´t need its mother anymore, and so he will be able to nurse it back to health. its also apparently a fairly rare species of owl.
go us.

that´s all for today, i need some dinner. Adios!