By the time I got to her house her 3y.o. son had claimed the joey. He was hugging the little animal and playing with it. I took it away and he cried.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! Rescue an animal and scar a kid in one move, and I didn't need a yish.
In other news, the boobook owl looks a lot better tonight. He's standing up and his wings are mostly folded in. I'll still take him to the zoovets tomorrow. Something was wrong with him.