When they didn’t get back to me I called the DEC again this morning. I spoke to some very helpful people who transferred me until I got to the person who could help.
“If it weren’t so warm,” Beth said, “you could just leave it outside. But with this weather, if you can double bag the body and put it in a freezer we can pick it up early next week.”
So that’s what I did.
I made room in the freezer, wrapped the hawks body in two plastic bags and duct taped it shut.
Then I went into Jon’s study where he was writing and told him that the hawk was in the freezer in case he went in there and was wondering what was in the big black plastic bag.
He was amused by the thought of a dead hawk in the freezer. Which was a good thing really.
Ever since I worked at an Animal Hospital when I was in my early twenties, the idea of dead animals in a freezer just seems like what you’d do with a body you wanted to hold onto for a while.
It feels good, like the most I could do, for the owl and the hawk, to maybe find out what killed them. That it might help somehow.
Perhaps that’s naive of me. But being able to do something, makes me feel a bit better. And who knows how the hawks body might help, perhaps it will be a small part of a larger research.
I believe the owl was a Barred Owl and I think the Hawk was a Coopers Hawk.