Today is Katr and my 7th wedding anniversary! It was a beautiful day in Vancouver and we celebrated the same way we celebrate our love every year - by being fucking ADORABLE. I love you, Katr!
ALL PHOTOS AND VIDEO THAT FOLLOW WERE PROVIDED BY KATR
On a break from being adorable, I took Emmy out for her pre-lunch sniffins today. As she staggered arthritically around, whizzing on everything, I kept hearing this weird scrabbling noise:
At first I didn't know what the hell it was. Then, I looked up and saw this:
What's that? Well, it's a crow. Trapped. In the eavestrough. On the 3rd floor. Here is an old realtor photo of the exterior of our house, just for reference:
Huh.
When animals are trapped and in distress and I cannot access them, my first instinct is to call the City. I don't know why. I feel like the City should handle it. So I made Katr call the City.
The City was useless. Just, nothin'. No suggestions, no number to call. Sweet tweet. You suck, City of Vancouver.
Next, Katr called the Wildlife Rescue Association of B.C. They had a volunteer who could come help get the bird out - but he couldn't come until tomorrow. And he didn't have a ladder. HAHAHAHA
They did say that if we managed to get the bird ourselves and it was injured, we could bring it to them and they would try to rehabilitate it. Which is LOVELY but still left us with a trapped, freaked out bird and no way to get to it.
People were stopping on the sidewalk and giving us advice. One of these sidewalk people called the BC SPCA, who also had nothin'. One of our upstairs neighbours, Jeea, suggested that he could climb out onto the roof from the juliet balcony and get the crow that way, but that seemed like a good way to fall off the roof holding a crow, and, as a strata, we are not insured for that.
Then we remembered the people who came out and pigeon-proofed another area of our house about a year ago - the good folks at AAA Wildlife Removal (tagline: "The animal's choice")! So Katr called them and within an hour, Dan was here.
Dan had thick gloves and a big ladder. He also liked crows. He beetled up there and dislodged the frantic crow, then carefully carried him down the ladder. Here is a photo of Dan and the crow and apparently, Jesus behind them.
Dan was very nice to the crow, who was clearly a little effed up.
Dan put the crow down. As you can see, the bird was not doing so hot.
It eventually tried to bounce away, but it was clear that his wings were all fuckered up. So Dan got his nets and we got a Shiraz box and Dan caught the crow and is going to take him to the wildlife rescue. Godspeed, crow! I hope you recover and return to our neighbourhood to caw annoyingly and pick apart leftover Subway sandwiches in the alley with your murder soon.
Is it crazy that I feel that the City should provide some kind of animal control services? The strata spent nearly $300 to rescue this crow! What if we didn't have $300 for crow rescue? Would we just have to listen to the death throes of this poor animal for a couple of days and then smell it until gutter cleaning season? Maybe I just have these expectations because of the socialist utopia we live in.
Anyway, the crow is free and it's back to being adorable for the rest of the day! Happy anniversary, Katr - I would marry you all over again if we hadn't spend all our jack saving that crow.
