How does one end up with a Great Blue Heron in one’s bathroom?  Or spending hard-earned cash on medication for a Wild Turkey with a “nasty wet rasp” coming from her chest?  Or chasing an American Goldfinch that refuses to leave a flight cage even though there is nothing wrong with him any more?  Easy, one just has to become a wild bird rehabilitator, a fulfilling, draining, exciting, depressing, inspiring, time-consuming, disturbing, enchanting, fascinating, and virtually-any-other-ing-one

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