Meet Our Kritters

Great Horned Owl

Charlie (aka "Choo-Choo" Charlie) is just about a year old. He was injured as a baby and needed surgery to pin his left wing. He cannot fly like he needs to in order to survive in the wild.

He got his nickname "Choo-Choo" from the clacking sound he makes. When an Owl feels threatened, they snap their beak sending a clacking sound to warn their approaching attacker.

Barred Owl

Bart is estimated to be about 10 years old. About 8 years ago, Bart was hit by a car and sustained a broken wing. He has had surgery to pin the wing. This prevents him from flying well enough to survive in the wild.

Bart considers himself a superstar, since he has a video camera in his cage. He'll bat his eyes and smile for any photo opportunity.

Like most superstars, Bart's cage is complete with amenities - a Jacuzzi tub, daily maid service and his own personal decorator and cook.

Red Tail Hawk

MacGyver came to us just about two years ago. She had been found in a field on Deckersonville Road with a very deep, infected wound on her back and neck and required immediate veterinarian care. The examination revealed not only a broken clavicle but that she had been shot. Surgery was required to repair the broken clavicle and remove the pellets from the gun shot.

Because she was part of a mated pair of Red Tails, we felt it was necessary to do what we could to return her to her mate. In spite of our efforts, MacGyver's clavicle did not heal well enough for her to soar in the wild with her mate.

American Kestrol

Jack was found in the City of Niagara Falls. He was lying on his back in a mud puddle, holding on to his wing. He was examined by a raptor specialist who determined he may have some ligament or tendon damage to the wing. Jack can fly, but he cannot soar to the heights needed to hunt.

To this day, when he is threatened or approached by his handlers, he takes a defensive stance - lying on his back, talons up, ready for a confrontation.

American Kestrol

Nada was born and raised in an automotive body shop. Her mom thought it would be the safest place for her young. But what mom didn't realize is that the paint fumes would cause her babies harm.

Nada was the only one to survive, but she did not escape unharmed. The fumes caused some brain damage that limits her depth perception.

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Eastern Screech Owl

It was an early summer evening and I was fixin’ to get me some dinner. I was sitting in my favorite hunting spot, listening for my food. That’s right – listening for my food. You see owls have keen hearing; we can hear our prey rustling around under heavy vegetation and/or snow. In addition, our ears are not symmetrical on our heads. This allows us to triangulate our prey’s location by sound alone. Our sense of hearing is so accurate that there is evidence that even blind owls can capture live mice while in captivity.

After hearing and triangulating the location of my dinner, I flew off into my prey’s direction. Remember how mom and dad always say “look both ways before crossing the street”. I should have paid closer attention to mom and dad. For when I flew off into the dusk after my prey, I failed to see the car crossing into my flight path. I flew right into the car! Fortunate for me, a Niagara County Deputy saw the “vehicular assault” and brought me to Wild Kritters for rescue and rehabilitation. The volunteers of Wild Kritters took very good care of me. I had excellent food, rest and relaxation, and veterinarian care, but I felt I wanted to go home. The folks at Wild Kritters weren’t quite convinced I was ready for return to the wild, so they kept me for a few more weeks for observation and for one last medical appointment, an Owl Eye Doctor. Over those next few weeks, I earned my nickname – the Great Hoot Deannie – Master Escape Owl. Every cage, carrier or containment Wild Kritters could put me in, I managed to find a way of escape. Hoot Deannie HidingThe picture to the right shows me hiding in the basement between some pipes. I sat for hours watching the Kritter people look for me...what a hoot! Look closely, you’ll see my evil smirk.

But the big day with the Owl Eye Doc Day, came soon enough. After some intense lights and tests, the Doctor determined I had some neurological damage done to the eye that prevents me from seeing depth perception. Perhaps that’s why I have a hard time landing on things when flying. I tend to over shoot the landing or the hunt. The sad thing – Doctor said I could not survive in the wild with my eyesight and depth perception. Once again, Wild Kritters stepped in and took care of me. I am one of their educational birds. I go around to various public events and education the public about me and my brothers and sisters. In exchange for showing off my gorgeous feathered physique, Wild Kritters keeps me happy, healthy, and safe for the rest of my life.

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Eastern Screech Owl

Lil' Dude Bio coming soon!


Junior is an American mink and was found at Wayside nursery in Niagara Falls. He was brought to us at about 3 to 5 days old. After a month of living in an incubator, he was moved into a cage. He is now grown to about 24 inches long and approximately 2 to 3 pounds.

Junior is currently our only mammal program animal.


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