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One of my best memories of my dad was he used to take in, rehabilitate & release injured owls. All kinds and even a hawk once that someone hit, tried to save and ended up bringing to him. The local vets & animal control would call him usually when the got a call to go "take care of" one on the side of the road. Pretty cool as a young kid going to the grocery store with my dad, buying stinky raw liver and feeding them (with a glove) by hand!