Chance

Well, we had a big spring blizzard this week. Monday we closed the clinic at noon so we could all get home before it really hit. I, like so many others, had to make a stop at the grocery store. I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to cook a nice evening meal and not feel rushed. The store was busy with people making last minute selections, trying to beat the worst of the storm. I left the store, made it home, did my evening chores early and then got busy with the cooking. I was at the kitchen sink and happened to look out the window into the backyard. I noticed a pigeon waddling down the alley dragging a wing. He disappeared behind my big flight cage. I waited for him to reappear but he never did. I thought, "Okay, I have to go check on this guy. I won't be able to sleep unless I do." So I got all bundled up again and went out to look for the pigeon.

I found his tracks in the alley and followed them up into the little area by the garage where I park my jeep. They went around the garbage can, along the wood pile, up into the wood pile and then just disappeared. I looked up into the tree, knowing he most likely wasn't up there; his tracks had not only included foot prints, but also the track of the wing dragging in the snow. He couldn't have flown up into the tree with a broken wing. I happened to look to my left and there he was, sitting in the wood pile all fluffed up and cold and tired looking. I picked him up and took him into the house. I wrapped his broken wing, placed him in a carrier and waited to see if he would eat. At first he just seemed very tired and wasn't really too interested in eating. But by later that night he was eating. So, after 10 to 14 days I will unwrap his wing and put him in a larger carrier to exercise a little bit. Then he will go into the flight cage and will eventually be released.

What I find so interesting is the series of events that took place that led to the discovery of the injured pigeon. What if I had left the grocery store later? What if I hadn't stopped at the store at all? What if I hadn't been at the kitchen sink preparing dinner at that exact moment? And what made the pigeon stop at my house? Why didn't he continue on down the alley? How far had he walked? Is all of this just chance?

So, I named him Chance.

Flyaway

I am reading the most wonderful book. About a month ago I had an email from a wildlife rehabilitator in New York. She had found my name in the NWRA member directory. I don't know how she chose the people she contacted, but I am so happy she chose me. She has written a book and it was released earlier this month. It is titled "Flyaway: How a Wild Bird Rehabber Sought Adventure and Found Her Wings." Reading this book is like reading about my life. So many things she writes about also happen here. I laugh out loud, I cry and I remember so many of the little wild creatures I have been fortunate enough to help.

It is so wonderful when you meet someone so much like yourself. We have begun an email friendship. How curious it is the way some things happen. I don't know how or why she chose me as one of her contacts but maybe our guardian angels knew we would enjoy each other's email company. Perhaps some day down the road the reason our paths crossed will be made known to both of us. Perhaps one day we will actually get to meet each other.

It is so nice to know that mine is not the only home where you may find various food items (like bugs) meant for the birds in your refrigerator, or the frozen rat (another menu item for the birds) thawing in the pan of warm water, or the gull or grebe or other waterfowl spending time in the bathtub. I frequently find myself just shaking my head and saying, "This is my life."

I would recommend this book to anyone who shares a love of the winged creatures. You will be entertained and may come away with a greater appreciation for them and for those who care for them.

I Am An Animal Rescuer

I received this wonderful poem from our receptionist, Madonna. Her daughter had sent it to her. I would like to share it here with all of you. This is for all of those who have ever taken the time out of their busy schedules to lend a helping hand to a fellow living creature in need. Whether it was to help a nestling bird who had fallen from the nest, to save a nest of baby bunnies at a construction site, or to give a home to a litter of orphaned kittens--you are an animal rescuer.


I Am An Animal Rescuer

My job is to assist God's creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures
without planning or selection.
I have bought cat food with my last dime.
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand.
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.
I have fallen in love a thousand times.
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body
too many times to count.
I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends.
I don't often use the word "pet".
I notice those lost at the road side and my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse
and make friends with a vulture.
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven,
but I believe there are.
Why would God make something so perfect
and leave it behind?
Some may think we are masters of the animals,
but the animals have mastered themselves...
something people still haven't learned.
War and abuse make me hurt for the world,
but a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind.
We are a quiet but determined army
and we are making a difference every day.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan,
nothing more rewarding than saving a life,
no higher recognition than watching them thrive.
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who, only days ago, was too weak to eat.
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue,
I have been rescued.
I know what true unconditional love really is,
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many,
so grateful for so little.
I am an Animal Rescuer.
My work is never done.
My home is never quiet.
My wallet is always empty,
but my heart is always full.

Where it Begins

Now 70 more horses have been rescued from a barren pasture on reservation land. The article stated that conditions were so bad that all they had to eat was their own manure. I've been reading the comments in the RC Journal that people have posted online regarding these two stories. A good number of those commenting feel that the reason this type of thing happens is because people no longer have the option of taking their unwanted horses to slaughter. A few people commented on the stallion being adopted to a family who plans to use him for breeding purposes. And a few people commented on the REAL problem, where it all begins. THE CONTINUOUS, IRRESPONSIBLE BREEDING OF HORSES. Two comments stand out in my mind. One from "Horsewoman in IL" and one from "gentlereins". Gentlereins makes the comparison to a manufacturing plant. If you are producing a product that no one is buying do you continue to produce that product?

Those in favor of the slaughter houses opening back up blame Congress, PETA, animal activists for the overabundance of horses. They don't seem to place any of the responsibility on those individuals breeding all of these horses that no one is buying. The truth is that years ago when slaughter houses were still in operation the problems of abuse and neglect were still present. There were still cases like these two most recent ones. But now that the slaughter houses have been closed it's easier to place the blame on the parties responsible for their closure rather than where it really belongs--THE IRRESPONSIBLE BREEDERS.

We have humane societies and animal shelters available to absorb the overflow of puppies, kittens, rabbits, guinea pigs, birds, rats, etc. Some are equipped to care for horses as well. Many of these animals are the result of people not spaying or neutering their pets and then allowing them to reproduce. Again IRRESPONSIBLE BREEDING. Many of them are the result of puppy and kitten mills. Again IRRESPONSIBLE BREEDING AND HUMAN GREED. The solution to these problems? Do not allow your pets to reproduce. It's your responsibility. Why do people see it any differently for horse owners?

There is a wonderful quote by Gandhi:"THE GREATNESS OF A NATION AND ITS MORAL PROGRESS CAN BE JUDGED BY THE WAY ITS ANIMALS ARE TREATED."

I think it's great the way people came forward, let their compassionate spirits soar and made homes for the horses surrendered to the local humane society. But if you look at the big picture. If you think about all the puppy mills, kitten mills, backyard breeders, animals kept in barren enclosures trying to scrape a life out of the dry soil, animals that are literally bones with skin covering them, how do you honestly think our nation would be judged? Would our good deeds and acts of kindness outweigh the bad? Think about it.

Things to Ponder

So, eighteen horses were recently surrendered to the Humane Society by a man who, by his own admission, could not physically or financially care for them any longer. An article in today's paper said that 16 of the 18 had already been adopted. The remaining yearling filly and an 18 year old stallion are in a foster home. The family that adopted the other stallion thought he would "make a nice addition to their herd". They are hoping he will produce offspring that will be more compact. My first question is this--Why was he not gelded before he was adopted out? Had these been dogs or cats they all would have been spayed or neutered prior to going to their new homes. Seems to me that the responsible thing would have been to geld him or to at least have a no breeding agreement in the adoption contract to help prevent more horses from being produced. I believe the HSUS has a no breeding agreement as part of their standards. My next question is this--What kind of requirements did these adoptive families have to meet in order to qualify as an adoptive family? Did they have to meet certain standards as far as housing? shelter from nasty weather? proper feed? vet care? What requirements had to be met in order to ensure that these horses went to loving homes where they will never be cold, hungry, neglected? The two young men who arrived to pick up the adopted stallion had to bring along another guy because they have trouble loading horses. What?? Why do they think that breeding more horses is a good idea if they aren't capable of doing something as basic as loading them into trailers? Are they lacking in other areas of horse handling abilities? I know that even the most skilled horseman/horsewoman can have trouble loading a horse that doesn't want to load. But it just makes a person wonder. And what about the man who was responsible for the horses in the first place? Sure, he surrendered them of his own accord. But some of them were thin and under nourished. Some had injuries. What part of all this was he held responsible for? Just makes me wonder. And if people don't wonder about things, don't question things, nothing will ever change. Don't get me wrong. I think it is wonderful that people stepped up to help these horses and I really hope they all went to homes where they will be loved and never be hungry again. That they will be warm on these sub-zero nights and that they will have shelter from the sun on days when the thermometer reads 100+. But, this is just one story. This type of situation is happening more and more. Breeding more horses is not going to help the problem. There is a quote that goes something like this-'We are responsible for that which we have tamed.' Some horse breeding facilities are no different from the puppy mills we hear about. But, unfortunately, horses do not receive the same protection (in our state anyway) that other companion animals receive. These beautiful, proud creatures deserve better. It's time to take responsibility "for that which we have tamed". Just some things to ponder.

Busy Year

It's almost November and another busy year of raising wild babies and rehabbing injured wild life has finally slowed down. This was a record year for bunnies--98 bunnies were received this year! In addition, there were the squirrels, fawns, ducklings, owls, and numerous other waterfowl and songbirds. There was no time for sitting and writing new stories for the website. Not even a couple of minutes to write a new blog. But now with more free time I hopefully will feel inspired to write a few new stories. Watch for this year's fawn story. There will also be a story about "Natula", the little Western Kingbird. I have lots of new photos to add to the website as well. So, keep checking back. Before long I hope to have something new on the site for all of you to enjoy.

For Momma Mouse

Today I became "mother" to a litter of baby mice. There are four of them and they are each about an inch long, not including their tails. I found them while I was cleaning out the rabbit hutch. I knew there were mice living out there and I have seen mice in the rabbit hutch before when I've been feeding the rabbits and when I've been cleaning the hutch. I've never found babies before, though.

I was doing what I usually do, raking and bagging the dirty hay, the spilled rabbit food and the endless supply of rabbit droppings. I only have two rabbits but they sure do produce alot of poop!! I opened up the top of the hutch and started raking the hay out of there and putting it into big garbage bags. I looked up and there was a mouse staring right at me with its tiny little eyes. It hesitated, not knowing whether to stay put in the hutch or to run away from me and my raking. Finally it decided to leave. I raked a little bit more and just as I was about to scoop up some hay to put it into the bag, I saw a little tiny baby mouse squirming in the dirty hay. Then I found another one, then a third one and finally the fourth one was discovered. Their eyes are not yet open and their little squeaks are barely audible. They have tiny little whiskers that you can hardly see. They all appear very healthy.

Now I understood why that mouse seemed to hestitate before running out of the hutch. These are her babies and she wanted to stay with them and protect them. But, what was I going to do with these babies now that I'd found them? I looked at these four little lives I held in my hand. I looked at the garbage bag that was filling with soiled hay and rabbit food. I looked back at the four little squirming bodies and headed into the garage to look for a little box to put some wood shavings in for a nest for the baby mice. I just couldn't bring myself to toss the babies into the garbage bag. I decided I would try to save them. They may not live, but at least I didn't throw them away.

So, momma mouse, for you, for your babies and for my own conscience, I am trying to save your babies. I won't raise them as well as you would have, but I won't hurt them either. They are warm; they are fed. And when they are grown I will let them go, but not in my backyard.