I am a wildlife vet. I fix fractures, I treat infections, and I ease pain. I feed orphaned babies, I talk to little old ladies about ducks, and I spend a lot of time thinking about poop. Those of us who dedicate our lives to caring for wildlife—the veterinarians, the rehabilitators, the technicians—don’t do it for fame or glory or riches (especially not riches). We do it, if you’ll pardon the cliché, for the love of the game. For me, there is nothing more rewarding than being able to provide a safe haven and offer a second chance to sick and injured wild animals. Granted, it’s not all healing and happy endings; I’ve certainly had my fair share of heartbreaks. But despite the struggles and the loss and despite the utter lack of gratitude from snarling, biting, kicking, stabbing, and clawing patients, it’s all so worth it. My work is interesting and fulfilling and brimming with possibilities, and I can’t imagine doing anything else.
With this blog, I hope to grant a glimpse into my day-to-day life working with the animals, the students, and the public at the Wildlife Medical Clinic. So whether you’re here reading this because you’re interested in the animals, the medicine, or both, I think you’ll find what you’re looking for. I look forward to embarking on this journey, and I’m thrilled to have you!
Here is one of my very favorite animals. I know, raccoons have a bad rap, but how can you not appreciate (if not love!) this sneaky little bandit and his soda box house?