So, I’ve had my job for about 3 weeks. I really love it, although parts of it are really sad. But It’s totally fascinating. I’m learning so much… How to deal with wildlife pest problems and concerns, bird identification & adult vs. babies, animal handling, public relations, geography of Washington state, referrals to other wildlife rehabilitator’s around the state and the country.
Parts of the job are really hard (I see lots of suffering and dying animals that are brought into us). U feel like I’m tireing out Devon and my parents when I tell them how my day is…. Some stuff really bothers me and I need to get it off my chest.. While other times I feel that it’s easily dealt with and I see the situation as a learning experience.
I work with some really amazing people. The wildlife receptionist who trained me, I feel, is a walking encyclopedia. She really seems to know the answer to any crazy situation. Our naturalist, Kevin, is a guy who I can go to with any animal question. For me, most birds in general tend to look the same, while our naturalist is able to identify different bird species when they are all naked nestlings. It’s really quite amazing. Our rehabbers are also really awesome. They know lots about human-wildlife cohabilitation, as well as animal identification, in addition to being able to figure out an animals problem with in a few minutes after coming in.
I really feel that PAWS wildlife center is doing something really great, and helping so many animals that wouldn’t have a chance otherwise. Although, like most non-profits, I wish that we were better funded so we would be able to more extensively help more animals….
However stories like this make me so happy to go to work, and make my work feel super fulfilling…. even if the hours suck. 
(BWT, the raccoon mentioned in the above story is so beautiful. When I was a volunteer, I loved cleaning her cage just so I could see her. The situation broke my heart, as she seemed so fragile at times. Everyone at the center was so ecstatic when she was deemed able to be released, because we had all feared that she mightnever make it. But she was a fighter, and she now she finally has been.)