To avoid politicizing this issue, I won’t divulge who Mark Twain was referring to, but he said, “The dollar their God, how to get it their religion.” This, this sin of greed, and the callous disregard for anything that doesn’t feed their greed, is what created this heinous killing.
It was about 9:30pm, 22 July, when our local game warden came to the door for Jean, since she is an animal rescuer. He brought her two owls that had been found in an oil tank at an oil well pumping site. The open-top tank was supposed to be covered with a net to prevent wildlife from falling into the oil, but it wasn’t. Why the owls went onto the surface of the oil can only be surmised, presumably going after another creature trapped in the crude. There was little we could do in the dark, especially since they were obviously exhausted and scared. One was so weak that we doubted it would survive the night.
Becoming calm, after its first wash it looks into Jean's
face with what looks like complete trust.
The sweet face of a creature in need.
The oil pellets (looking like gravel to the left) are from the second
washing, and the oily water is the fourth rinse after the second wash.
Lying on a towel in the bottom of the cage, the first owl, unable to
recover, passes away.