A long-eared owl rescued by firefighters from a second-story window ledge in downtown Duluth on Monday died overnight from head trauma, according to a spokesman for Wildwoods, a wildlife rehabilitation organization in Duluth.
A long-eared owl rescued by firefighters from a second-story window ledge in downtown Duluth on Monday died overnight from head trauma, according to a spokesman for Wildwoods, a wildlife rehabilitation organization in Duluth.RELATED CONTENT
Duluth firefighters rescued a long-eared owl early Monday morning that apparently had flown into a second-story window in downtown Duluth, said Peggy Farr of Wildwoods, a nonprofit wildlife rehabilitation organization in Duluth.RELATED CONTENT
Owl suffers head trauma after flying into second-story window, rescued by firefightersRELATED CONTENT
Recent snows will retard ice formation on most lakes, according to Minnesota Department of Natural Resources officials. The agency is encouraging people to limit their ice travel.
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Every year, the pheasant hunter and his yellow Lab go west in early November. Alone.
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The yellow dog was ahead of us on the old logging trail, and when I came around a bend, I could see she was on point. She will do that with pheasants and grouse.RELATED CONTENT
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