It looks bedraggled, but just because it's wet. The white
feathers in the wings and tail are now visible. Its condition
was to greatly improve.
Jean tried a number of foods to induce them to eat and start moving the oil they had ingested through their systems---beef cubes and steak cutlets sliced in thin ribbons, chopped-up chicken legs, and chicken livers and gizzards. The first owl never responded to any enticement, and lasted until noon the next day, the 24th. It’s body was given back to the game warden to hold as evidence in the criminal investigation.
By evening of the 25th, it had stopped eating, and by midday of
the 26th, it had to brace itself in the corner to keep on its feet.
During the morning of the 26th, it seemed sluggish and hadn’t eaten. It took no more food, but it did take water, during the day. We checked on it frequently during the day. I looked in on it at 5:30 to see it slouching in the bottom of the cage. It looked at me and staggered, beginning to fall, but caught itself and stayed on its feet. It went into the corner of the cage and put its head in the corner, leaning there to stay on its feet as its wings began to droop more and more. Minutes later, it turned and looked at me for several seconds, drool hanging uncontrollably from its mouth, and rolled over onto its side. Its breathing was rapid and shallow, and then lapsed into shallow panting, and by a little after 6 pm, it also was gone. The amount of organ damage and poisoning had obviously been too much for it to overcome, and in death it voided a substantial pool of black oily liquid.
The heart-breaking end---hunched, wings drooping, having lost
control of its own body, drool hanging from its beak. It turned and
gave me a haunting and pleading look for some seconds before
rolling onto its side and expiring.