This post contains one image of a long-deceased gull, just FYI. You'd think I would have learned my lesson last year, with the dead gull I found wrapped around a deterrent wire on a nearby warehouse ... or the gulls we untangled last fall from a fish-pen net. But, in fairness, this location was difficult to see from any common vantage point in the neighborhood. It wasn't until I was out the other day, photographing [...]
Note: All gulls pictured in this post, and other trapped birds were freed from the netting. Follow Up on 10/21/11: I phoned today and learned that an official went out to this net, confirmed what we saw in terms of bird entanglement, and holes in the net have apparently been fixed as a temporary measure, although I'm anxious to check up on the gulls myself. I was told the Westport seafood company responsible for these [...]
Lancelot (no, Guinevere) -- lost himself (no, herself) -- along the coast of Scotland, where Picts and Druids and Earls and Scots laid claim to the medieval stones of her landing. Just north of these stones lie the crags and cliffs that offer sanctuary for pelagic birds, the calls of whom may have drawn her to seek some good fortune at this spot. Blue band on her leg, humbled by fatigue and flight, she wandered [...]
Our "gear" began with a collapsible pet carrier and some work gloves. At that point, we could still transport a few pieces of luggage and one niece or nephew in the backseat. Years later, in the same two-door Civic, we can barely get a turnip in the trunk. [read more of this post . . . ]
Wild Turkey in Berkeley Several years ago, Hugh and I started our new Thanksgiving tradition of adopting a turkey from Farm Sanctuary. We've always been urban dwellers, so adoption beyond our beautiful kitty isn't an option. But, Farm Sanctuary offers remote adoptions of their rescued turkey folk. Although Farm Sanctuary has a reasonably high profile through their advocacy work and their shelters in both New York and California, if you haven't heard about [...]
Last night, Hugh and I put baby booties on sea birds. Actually, baby socks made into bird booties. There were grebes and murres in our section of the hospital. More than 400 ailing seabirds were driven by van and flown by a Coast Guard C-130 to IBRRC in Fairfield, California. The birds came from Washington and Oregon where they'd landed on beaches, sick and dying, covered in algae slime. Local centers up north were overflowing. [...]
It's the end of nesting season for many animals, but cottontails breed year-round. Cottontail babies are often rescued mistakenly. It's important to assess the situation before you take the babies anywhere. Cottontail mothers leave their offspring for most of the day, feeding them only in the morning and at night. Like fawns and fledgling birds, the babies have not been abandoned in these cases.