It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you that our beloved Shasta has passed away. At almost 25 years old, Shasta educated many people throughout the years at countless programs. I would often say he more than earned his rats. Shasta without a doubt had the sweetest demeanor for a red-tailed hawk and anyone who had the privilege to work with him, loved him.
We fondly called him Shasta Doodles or Mr. Peepers. He “peeped” daily, never missed a meal and was visited often by a wild female red-tailed hawk. In his later years, he lost a lot of his feathers and appeared to have “Mohawk” style of feathers on his head. These lovable unique traits made Shasta so endearing.
He was fortunate enough to spend his last days outside in beautiful fall weather, flapping his wings, calling his girlfriend, and taking in the sunshine’s warmth. Sadly though, his heart gave out on November 18th, 2009.
For those of us who choose to work with animals, it is inevitable to feel this terrible sadness. Shasta had a wonderful life surrounded by people who cared and loved him daily. For all of you, whom through the years, adopted Shasta or made a donation to Wild Wings, thank you for making his life better and allowing him to eat so well and have phenomenal care. We are so very grateful.
Fly free now Shasta and call to all the red-tails in the skies. You will be forever loved, missed and remembered.
“Somewhere over the horizon and beyond the farthest shore, the spirits of our departed friends in peace eternally soar.”