If you read my blog with any regularity, you know that I am passionate about a few things.
Something that I don't talk about much on the blog, but I use as a big sticking point in my education programs is the "outside/feral cat" problem. Recently on the BirdEd listserv, a dialogue was started after Alley Cat Allies' legal director authored an article in the American Bar Association Animal Law newsletter. I had reserved a blog name way back when the Cape May feral cat problem reared its ugly head, and this newest discussion lit a fire under me.
The plan is to get some heated and hopefully proactive dialogue going between the birders and the cat-lovers.
So when you get a chance, head over HERE. It's in the infant stage, but if you ever come across an interesting article regarding TNR programs or feral cat news, shoot me an email and maybe we can get the pot stirred a bit.
RAPTOR, Inc. has a very good friend in Peggy Flierl, owner of Wild About Birds in Milford, Ohio. She handles the injured bird dispatch during the week and is a generally great person.
She has a yearly Sidewalk Sale to benefit RAPTOR. Customers can bring in "gently used" bird feeders, Peggy cleans them up and sells them. She then matches what the feeders bring in and donates it to RAPTOR. That just totally rocks.
Today, Marc and Cindy took some of my (I mean our.....hee hee) education birds to the store for the customers to view and appreciate. These birds and others are what their money is going to.
Cindy (who is our Bird Care Director, and a damn fine person) with our red morph screech owl, Rufus.
Marc (another damn fine person) with our male American Kestrel, he-who-has-no-name.
Scarlet, the Brat Princess of the Mews.
While chatting with customers, I noticed a tiger swallowtail just sitting on the sidewalk. I went into Butterfly Whisperer mode and offered my hand. And up she went.
Very weak and quite tore up in the wing department.
She (I'm calling it a she, but I have no idea) then wanted to scale Mount Everest...er...my chest.
So she landed on the boobage:
God. Looks like a speck on the Hindenburg.