The shifting of responsibility reminds me of when an American kestrel flew in the driver side window of my pickup truck while I was driving. Hit the sideview mirror, hit me in the face and landed upside down on the bench seat next to me. If you can imagine what it would feel like to get hit in the face with a small chicken at 30 miles an hour -- that was about it. I was all over the road for a few long seconds.
I had been on my way to a haircut appointment in Burlington (VT's largest "city"). It wasn't killed just stunned (as was I!), and one eye was red -- possibly hemorrhaged. Since I happened to have some leather gloves, I parked at the haircut establishment, picked it up and set it on a branch in a small crab apple tree next to my truck. Then ran inside to phone someone to see if I could get some aid for it.
I called the game warden first. He said I shouldn't keep it, it was illegal. I said I had no intention of keeping it, I wanted to get it looked at before a cat got it in the tree. He suggested calling the Audubon Society.
I called them. They said they didn't treat birds they just watched them, They suggested calling the Discovery Museum.
I called them. They said they didn't treat wild birds, they just had some birds as exhibits. Maybe call the Audubon Society. But then they told me to wait, and after a conversation someone had there, they said okay, they'd come get the bird, where was it? I described my parking spot in front of the hair place, and the crab apple tree, and satisfied somebody cared, was finally able to get cropped. When I got back to the truck, there was no bird, but a note, saying it was a kestrel, and it was being taken to the vet, and i could call a number to check on it.
The bird survived, and was eventually taken to the Vermont raptor center. The eye injury was thought to be pre-existing, which would explain why such an amzingly able flier should collide with my sideview mirror. It was an incredibly beautiful bird.
.....glad I didn't hit an emu!