I am a recently-converted Canada goose lover.  I work for the Ohio Wildlife
Center, a rehabilitation facility in central Ohio.  My boyfriend, Dave (also an
employee of OWC) came home one afternoon with that "Please don't kill me"
look.  He brought me to his car, opened the door and said, "I had to give him a
chance." 

In his car in a plastic tub was this tiny yellow fuzz ball, lying helplessly on his back. 
He stared up at me behind frightened, round eyes and began furiously kicking his
feet in frustration. 

My heart melted.  

"I love him."  

Tully, as he later became known, was purposely hit by a rock and couldn't
stand up straight.  Thus, he'd fall on his back and side and regressed every day
that he wasn't receiving physical therapy.  The majority of clinic staff lost hope
and were going to put him down unless he could get personal attention.  Dave
offered to take him in for a weekend to see if we could get him to stand. 

And so our journey began. Please CLICK HERE FOR TULLY'S STORY.

I love my Tully with all my heart and am crossing my fingers for his successful
release!