First there was Blue. She came to us from the great blue, the wild blue, as blue as Lightin' Slim, singing pigeon blues, not Rooster Blues. She came on banded foot, born of two other Blues who gave our Blue her azul feathers and fuchsia feet ... in a lineage that swept back through the blueness of her grandparents and past the great grandparents before them. They all commanded the skies and taught Blue, [...]
Pictured: Captive Macaw - ©ingridtaylar I was just turned on to this article through our local dove-and-pigeon rescue group, Mickacoo. Mickacoo's dedicated and superhuman founder, Elizabeth, helped mentor me in the ways of understanding domestic birds. Although I've worked with animals most of my life, I'd never been involved with domestically-bred birds: parrots, doves, racing pigeons, game birds. The plight of these animals is now a cause dear to my heart as a result of [...]
Composition is complex. It's not that the simple rules -- like the Rule of Thirds -- are so tough to grasp. It's that the learning curve from first applying rules to then breaking rules is one chocolate mess of subjectivity.
"This country ain't big enough for the two of us. So I'm giving you 'til sundown to get out of town." ~ The Virginian
Anyone who works in an animal rescue field knows that the current rate of home foreclosures never bodes well for pets. The number of cats and dogs callously left behind skyrockets. And beyond the innate emotional cruelty of the abandonment, some pets are locked in the homes with no food or water, left to starve in the absence of their families. People who do these things to animals are committing an incredible act of unkindness. [...]
He was misidentified but not forgotten -- this lone Japanese Quail who fluttered his way into a wildlife hospital and then, into our hands and hearts. We gave him an appropriately Japanese name: "Mikiko" which, loosely translated, means "child of the tree." A fellow volunteer pointed out that he is not, in fact, a child of the tree -- "he's a quail, Ingrid." I know. But I couldn't find a name meaning "child of the [...]
He handed over the box: "A rescued quail." We volunteer at a wildlife hospital, so a safe assumption might be California Quail. But assumptions are silly in a world where volunteers -- well, mostly us newer ones -- sometimes miss on species identification. He clearly wasn't a California Quail. Their markings are distinct and easy once you know them. "It's a Japanese Quail," was the official proclamation. Not only is a Japanese Quail not a native [...]