Journals
Saturday,Jun 2 2007, 03:34:13 PMWorking with Wildlife
Very few of you know that I volunteer with wildlife rescue and rehabilitation. My specialty is wild rabbits. Baby rabbits that are orphaned or separated from their mother usually find their way into my home during the Spring and Summer months.
Yesterday, we got another one. This one is about 3 weeks old and fits in the palm of my hand. While it can eat some solid food of grass and hay, it still needs a very special formula to replace its mother's milk. Baby rabbits are similar to baby humans: they need to eat frequently, they need fresh bedding regularly, and they require a lot of time and energy. So I got up very early this morning to feed it some formula.
For those of you who think that caring for wild rabbits is the same as caring for domesticated rabbits - you are very wrong! The two species are so very different! Many people who find baby wild rabbits outside, assume the mother is gone, and bring the rabbits inside their home to care for them usually end up killing the rabbit without ever knowing why the rabbit died. Sometimes the rabbit may live and the people will put it back outside, but then most of these rabbits will die either because they released it too soon, because the people did not put the rabbit in a safe enough place outside, or because the people did not "teach" the rabbit how to avoid predators before releasing it.
Mother rabbits only visit the nest 2 or 3 times in day, and they only go to their babies when it is dark outside or when no one is around. Otherwise, they may lead a potential predator to their babies. This is why it is best to leave baby wildlife alone unless we know for a fact that the mother is dead. Truly orphaned wildlife should only be cared for only by professional, certified, and liscensed wildlife rescuers and rehabilitators.
This rabbit we got yesterday survived a cat attack, which is very rare. No injuries or broken skin or bones could be found at all. This one will most likely survive, and I will have to teach it many things before releasing it, such as how to avoid predators like cats. (I wish people would not let their cats and dogs roam freely outdoors!!!)
I will have a lot of work to do with this one, but it will be my pleasure...
Wednesday,May 30 2007, 05:18:25 PMMy "Tickle" Brainteaser Test Results
Elizabeth, you answered 30 out of 30 questions correctly!
Congratulations! Your score is in the 100th percentile. This means that if one hundred people took the test with you, your score would rank higher than 99 of them on average.
When we analyzed your test, we also discovered that when it comes to quantitative ability, you measure in the 100th percentile. This score indicates you have unusually strong abilities when it comes to solving numerical problems. If there is a numerical pattern to be found, you'll find it. You've got a knack for noticing when something "isn't right." Whether you're conscious of it or not, you have an ability to simply understand when something doesn't add up. Also, when it comes to splitting the check, doing taxes, or determining the number of fans in a baseball stadium, you're the one people turn to.
You're a 30!
The Brainteaser Test
Brought to you by Tickle
Thursday,May 24 2007, 04:17:54 PMTrees
Today I drove by yet another truck carrying dead trees to some mill or factory where they will be made into cheap furniture that will last five years if lucky. They had lasted nearly a century where they had stood before. The trunks now lie subdued, broken, stolen from the life they were meant to live, taken from the earth, uprooted in shame. Their value? To me, those uprooted trees were shade for a weary soul, playthings for sweet children, the heritage of our earth. Now, limp and lifeless they hang sullen and lowly on the back of a truck which is taking them to be disgraced. No more will they bask in the fire of summer's sun or tickle the heavens with their leaves in springtime. No more will they shelter the soil beneath them, no more, no more, no more. In my heart, I cry a silent tear for them, for all trees cast down without care, for the silent rape of the world in which we live.