When we arrived at work on Wednesday, we were met with a sad surprise: a dead Northern saw-whet owl outside our office door. Living in a national park, we knew we shouldn't just "dispose" of it, so instead we put him in a little box and I carted him over to my friend Elliot, who works for Parks Canada. After a quick flip through a bird book, he guessed that it was a pygmy and later confirmed it with a wildlife specialist.
Because Mr. Saw-Whet is in such good shape, Parks is now going to mount him for use in its interpretive programs. As Elliot said, I guess all isn't lost.