Sometimes housecalls are not actually houses. A few years back I received a call regarding a sick swan. Two swans lived on a lake in the backyard of a client and one of them was not acting right; it seemed lethargic. So the day of the visit, I pulled a technician and we packed the car with items we might need including a scale to weigh the bird, a stethascope, needles and syringes in case we needed to draw blood, some common medications that we may need, and of course my exotic formulary that would help me to figure out a dosage for any medications I may need to dispense. Along the way, I got lost –which is a very common theme for me anywhere I go for the first time–but we were able to quickly get back on track and make it to the house. Once we arrived, we were shown to the back of the house and told we will go to the birds. Then he pulled out the boat. It was a little flat boat with a motor. Apparently the birds were on the water and we needed to find them. I could have sworn I mentioned on the phone that we needed the bird penned in but apparently they had not been able to capture it. So we took a ride around the lake for a half hour. It was a beautiful autumn day so it was fairly pleasant. We finally found the swan and it’s mate in the middle of the lake. The owner suggested we lure the bird onto the boat with the food…this did not work. I was only able to get a foot away from the bird. The swan seemed a bit lethargic, but really I could not physically touch the bird to assess. After about fifteen minutes, even the owner realized it was futile. So we headed back to the house. All I could offer was an antibiotic dosed on the average swan weight and recommend they try to give this in food. Amazingly, a week later, I received a call that the swan was recovering and doing much better. I am not sure if it was the meds or tincture of time, but I was glad we did not need to make a recheck visit.