One year ago, on Christmas Eve, a man called my rehabber friend Lisa Acton to report an injured Bald Eagle in his back yard. He said he was sure it was an eagle: it was a very large bird, with a white head and a dark body. Lisa, all excited about the prospect of a Bald Eagle, was all set to jump into her car and make the 45-minute drive.
“Wait a minute,” said her husband Joe. “Are you sure it’s an eagle? Why don’t you get the guy to take a picture and send it to you first?”
First photo : there it is, a Bald Eagle.
“I don’t know,” said Joe, not convinced. “Can you get him to take one from the front?”
Second photo: Well, maybe not so much.
Lisa called him back. “It’s a chicken,” she said.
“A chicken!” said the man. “Well, then! I’m not scared to pick up a chicken. It probably belongs to my neighbor – he has chickens.” He went to get the chicken, Lisa went back to fixing dinner, and the Legend of the Christmas Eve Cheagle was born.
Wildlife rehabilitator Lisa Acton is with Animal Kingdom USA Wildlife Rehab Inc., in Brewster, NY. email@example.com