Membership registrations are steadily rolling in and I am checking off seed and supply orders, planning planting schedules and labor needs, and thinking about the farm days/festivals for the season. Ideas are flooding my mind and have me smiling in anticipation of all the amazing things to come this spring and summer. And they are coming soon, really… In just a few weeks I will be planting the first seeds. Wheee… I am excited.:)
We just got word from the Raptor Center that the eagle is suffering from high lead toxicity and some eye trauma, and is now undergoing treatment.
Apparently, one of the main reasons for raptors entering the raptor center’s programs is lead poisoning, starting with hunting season each fall.
The ammunition used by hunters are lead pellets. Eagles ingest them when feasting on the remains of turkeys or deer left behind by hunters.
Unfortunately, one of four eagles brought into the rescue center that same week as the one we helped rescue has died from advanced effects like internal bleeding and organ failure caused by severe lead poisoning.
For the three remaining, it’s around-the-clock injections and feeding liquid food. Vitamin K is administered to slow down internal bleeding if possible.
If the three survivors are lucky, they will join other recovering eagles in the fly zone in a few months. A release back into the wild is at least a year away.
Please consider making a donation to help pay for THIS raptor’s care.
You can donate online at http://www.theraptorcenter.org or call the raptor center at 612-624-8457
The Raptor Center is located at 1920 Fitch Ave, St. Paul, MN 55108 and the phone number is 612-624-4745
Rehabilitation Costs for each Eagle:
$60 One month: food for one eagle
$80 Radiograph for newly admitted raptor
$100 Initial admission exam
$500 Medical care and food for 2 weeks
Earlier this morning Kate called to ask if I wanted to go on a little adventure to help rescue a bald eagle that had been stranded in a field for a couple of days.
We stalked through the ankle-deep snow to investigate and take some pics for the raptor center in Minneapolis to evaluate the situation. Upon receiving the pucs and learning that we wete able to get within 6 feet of the bird without it flying iff, they immediately sent a volunteer to meet us and pick up the large bird.
We were prepared for a bit of a chase, but the volunteer calmly and slowly approached the eagle and in just minutes the volunteer had the magnificent creature in his arms, massive feet and huge talons secured and wings tucked safely under the body.
Despite obvious signs of weakness and fatigue, the eagle was a beautiful sight to behold. Hopefully, with being in a safe warm place to rest and getting some much needed food and water, it will make a full recovery.
Lets keep our fingers crossed!
Thanks ro Sara Grace for the photos.
It is snowing. I love watching the big flakes swirl and dance in the air and like a glittery powder cover the puffy pine trees and line the bare branches of the giant oaks around the house. It is beautiful for sure. And sitting by a warm fire, sipping hot tea, gazing out the window, I can say I love winter. But it is also harboring a sense of isolation as the below zero temperatures stifle my sense of adventure and activity…
I started helping out at a neighbor’s horse ranch and there are a couple of unsocialized stud colts I want to work with. But as the only space available is the outdoor round pen, my enthusiasm to spend time with the colts takes the back seat to my desire to stay warm and comfy and dry indoors.
I am longing for milder temperaturs and brighter sunlight to lift my spirits, and for the energy to rise up and take on the world. Luckily the forecast for next week promises milder weather.
I remember years ago, I was living in Los Angeles at the time, wondering why we had to pay for water and why it cost so much. And reading reports about how dirty our tap water actually is… Bacteria, fecal particles, skin and other bio matter and all kinds of icky stuff that was found in the water we so readily drink straight from the tap. And that is served to us in restaurants, hotels and eateries everywhere.
Considering the source of our water in LA, as in most other metro areas, are reservoirs of used water, recycled over and over… Water that ran through sinks and bath tubs and car washes and toilets, ran down sewers and eaves and dirty sidewalks … Recycled and returned to us.
Oh the money we spend on water filters and bottled mountain spring water to reassure us that we drink clean, healthy water. Sucking on our water bottles 24/7 believing that we need to replenish our bodies continuously… While in reality we are feeding our bodies the very dirt, germs and bacteria we so desperately try to protect ourselves from with all the soaps and foams and sprays we can find.
Out here in the country, things are simpler for sure. First of all, getting dirty is a promise, and nobody bothers with antibacterial soaps. We embrace nature and our bodies naturally adjust, as they are designed to. Our water comes straight from an underground vein through a sand point well. Off and on we stop at a natural spring in the woods to fill up water bottles for drinking. The water there is so clean and fresh, and now with temperatures below zero, ice cold, even the best commercial copy writer could not capture the taste in words.
And best of all: it’s free. Cheers!
May all your dreams and wishes be fulfilled and your resolutions successful.
My resolution is simply to love and appreciate myself and everyone and everything around me a little more today than yesterday, and a little more tomorrow than today… And to live life full of wonder and joy.
Dig a little deeper to have more fun and don’t be afraid to let it show 🙂
This has to be one of the coolest horse breeds… Belgian Draft / Driving Pony cross… Belony… Shorter and not as bulky as the Belgian but strong and workable. Nice horses, pretty, friendly, manageable.
My favorites are Gypsy Vanners really, along with Clydesdales and Friesians, but the Belonies are my new runners up.
Christmas eve. I am sitting here in an empty house… Just my animals and I. No fancy dinner with lots of people. No laughter, excited voices, clinking glasses, christmas carols and no blinking lights and tinseled christmas tree… No embarrassing family stories, no presents, no regrets.
It may seem sad, to have none of the typical definitions we so readily attribute to the holidays. And yet, all the commercially created festivity aside, in the stillness I am content and I remember the true origin of Christmas.
The birth of Jesus. He had no fancy dinner and no festive christmas decorations. Born in a simple barn with only the animals and his parents sharing a moment of quiet celebration and appreciation.
To me there is no place more perfect to celebrate Christmas and the true gift of love and life and the power of truth within me than the quiet of a manger surrounded only by animals and the presence of spirit. What a blessing to be living on a farm, here and now, and to enjoy a time of solitude and reflection in this still and peaceful winter landscape.
As I am out doing morning chores I can hear my dog Leya barking in the distance… Not too far away, just beyond the woods. I recognize her bark.
We get in the truck and drive around to a neighbors house beyond the woods where I heard Leya bark. As we pull up he steps out and asks if we were missing a dog… He says she had just been there.in fact I had heard her barking at him when he tried to coax her inside…
After calling and searching for a few minutes Leya comes running around the corner… Tail wagging she runs into my arms. Happy and relieved she jumps in the truck and tucks her head between my knees. Whinig she seems to say ‘what an awful night… I thought you’d never come for me’.
Well… It wasn’t all that cold,she did not freeze nor starve nor get hurt. I am just glad she’s back safe for the holidays.
My dog decided to take off after something this afternoon (4:15-4:30ish). So far she has not returned and my attempts to find her have left me empty handed.
She took off from 290th near cty V… She took off North but could have gone anywhere.
Leya is an English Shepherd and looks like a Border Collie/German Shepherd cross… Mostly black with a white chest and feet and some white on the nose. She wears a bandana and has tags. Very friendly but may be standoffish with men.
Leya is a service dog and very important to me. If you see her pls let me know.
I have posted on local list serv and appreciate any further distribution.
Thank you all!!