Mother Nature Is Powerful - The Story Of Rescued Baby Waxwings

Clicking on title will give you the sound they make as adults.



Never, never, be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way - MLK

The above statement was the driving force behind my decision to take on the responsibility of raising two abandoned baby waxwings.

Firstly, all my life, I have raised abandoned wild baby birds and small animals. Back then it was unknown to me that, it was illegal, unless you were licensed in your province as a Wildlife Rehabilitator, that you were allowed to do this, as I am sure many, never knew or know of this law. We humans of course, are driven by that "help save nature" in us.

My daughter just found a baby osprey, and that was our first move, CALL in the rehabbers, which we did, however this situation was much different.

The day started out with a call, Vic there are some baby birds here, and I have been watching them since 5 a.m. this morning, no sign of adults, can you come and take these, they seem abandoned. By now it was 7:00 p.m.

Knowing the time you must dedicate to raising baby birds, my first reaction was to go over and put them in a make shift nest, raise it off the ground, and let the parents return to feed, and take it from there, which I did. Great, no more worries, they will return. With 8 adult cats wandering around, and raccoon and skunks around in evenings, many nestlings just never make it around here. Simple as that.

The first thing I do when I find baby birds is 1) determine if they are nestlings or fledglings, if nestlings and cannot perch on my finger, try to locate nest which should be close by, and return them to it, or a similar makeshift nest, where the parents can hear them. Parents can hear their babies for two blocks and 2) if fledglings and they can perch and hold onto your finger, find a safe bush or low branch where you can put them and they should be safer from predators such as cats. Parents are always generally close by, they push them out of the nest to teach them the laws of life on the ground, and this is a tough lesson, because many do perish due to predators such as cats and other wild animals, and more, get picked up by people thinking they are abandoned when really they are not.

All said and done keep a watchful eye for the return of the parents, you can tell if the babies are pooping something is feeding them, and this is a good thing. Only the parents can teach them what you cannot, much of which is life saving.

If they are abandoned you are supposed to call the local Rehabbers to have a legitimate person take on this duty as it is a commitment from beginning to release, and you need to know what to feed the type of baby bird it is, and not to feed it liquid anything, as all baby birds have their wind pipe under their tongues and many will die if you get fluid down this. So whatever type the little bird is, will dictate if it eat seeds, fruits, insects or a raptor, which eats meat. This will determine diet. Rehabbers know all of this.

So upon returning to check on these babies, it was noted one had died overnight and the other two did not look too good and there were no poops so that meant no food, and no parents. I called our local rehab and got a telephone answering machine basically saying they were too full right now and that I should look at taking these to the local shelters to be humanely euthanized...............NO WAY!

The knowing that I have, on raising the different types of wild baby birds took over, I was mom and would be until the day comes, so be it, raise and release.

Abandoned baby waxwings, they were identified by my better half immediately, as he is a wildlife photographer and the gold band across the tail and the bright pink mouth, ID'd them as the stunning waxwing baby. Approximate age, 15 days old when pushed out of nest. So these 15 day old babies, were to become our Day 1 babies.

My duties were about to begin. Full time, every 30 minutes, fruits and soaked cat food would do the trick. So organic blueberries, raspberries and our farm is blessed with bushes of wild organic black raspberries which we had been lucky enough to pick and freeze almost a years supply.

The babies were in heaven, and we began Day 1. Now for a safe cage, so off to the goodwill and value villages, which would prove to be successful, in that I found a large small wired, perfect condo for them. Now to renovate and make it look a little like the wild, that was simple, a few limbs cut to the right length and put into the cage where they could hop and perch, and cedar was the choice of tree branches.

NEXT to download the sound of the adults from the internet and play this over and over, at least 8 times a day so they would know this call. If you double click on title you can hear this.

ALL SET!

Now would time be on my side, would they survive, they went from 3 to two, and I was determined these two would be free, in the not too distant future.

The sun would come up to the most excited little chirps, and set to the last chirps of the day, as all birds, stop after 8:00 p.m. and sleep, this would become a full time job for the next 3 weeks, but I was ready for it, after all, being a mother, a ex-nurse, 30 year dog breeder, and having raised many baby birds, WHY NOT GIVE THESE A CHANCE.

Day one was over, they had a home, food, safety and me.......hopefully in the morning I will hear the peeps and know they survived the night.

Morning had broken, to the sounds of birds outside chattering with the sunrise and my nudge to get up, I could hear they were fine, and they heard me, wide open pink mouths, so out to hang the cage in a tree so they could eat and listen to the sounds of early morning, all the birds, trees and a feast of berries and cat food.

I had determined these were fledglings, and they appeared to be in good condition as Day 2 begins, they could hold on to my finger. Perching, exercising wings, hopping up and down on the branches was to begin this day, as they explored this new world.



Day 3 they are alert, calling, listening, eating and pooping...all good signs. Can still see lots of quill feathers and know they have a long way to go, but they are safe and their release is my focus, determined to take them there I will keep that day close.

Listening to the call of the wild, they would chirp at the sound of their kind, moving them from tree to tree on the property would familiarize them with the 120 acres we have, and the sounds of everything in the trees.

We feed the wild birds here, so we have a bird center just by our deck where they can hear everything hummers, canaries, sparrows, blue jays, cardinals and just about anything that should venture in. It is latter July, and SOON the raptors will be arriving and passing through........I knew I could never teach the sound of the mother, when she sends a warning through the air to alert her babies that danger was at hand, but I would have to rely on the the other mothers like the mother robin who had 4 fledglings around and her alert would also alert, as would the crows that topped the trees when danger lurked. So these babies were at the mercy of mother nature, the sounds, the everyday activities of the land of wild birds.


Evening closes on Day 4 and we move into day 5, and we are starting to see more feathers, appetites are voracious and blueberries rule, however some protein helps the feathers grow better so the soaked catfood works well, as does the bugs I catch and also feed them, never thought I would be out looking for caterpillars, flies were easy, they are in abundance, and they would encounter their first thunderstorm and rain today.

Each day from Day 6 to Day 10, would be something new, they were introduced to a dish of water and on day 10 they would drink, and both have their first bath by their own instinct, and yes I got soaked, but the the laughs were beyond description. Eating, growing, flying, all was going as supposed to. Day 11 of being with us and they were approximately 15 days old when I got them, so they are a total of 26 days of age, and release is getting closer. They react nicely to the bird call and low and behold an adult is close by on the top of the cedars. Could this be? MOM! Whether yes or no this bird has now been named the Watchful Eye. At 26 days old you can see the change, their tail feathers are lengthening and the crop on their head stands up, their mask has darkened, and they know how to do just about everything, ALL IS WELL, RELEASE I CAN SENSE, is close at hand. They have experienced sitting on the ground as I remove the bottom of the cage so they can peck at insects, and as they are moved around the trees on the property, they have eyes as sharp as razors, they can see everything, even an ant crawling up the cage......MOTHER NATURE is taking over slowly as their senses sharpen. Day 16 is upon us, or they are 31 days old, nothing is standing in their way, they are fine specimens of the WAXWING Clan. I sense the time is near, they are restless and the Watchful Eye is around and calling. I think I have taught them well, but more they have taught me to take a good look around, there are miracles everyday, if we take the time to look.

Saturday August 6, 2011, got up, got out of bed, it was a different day, the little ones were little no more, their body language told me this was the day, there simply were no questions, I had become attached, but their hearts were wild and the wilderness was calling, I said bye peeps.......with that off they flew with strength, valor and pride that this beautiful wild bird offers, and the peeps could be heard as they danced in the sky with bratty teenage flight letting us know, we can fly like the wind.

BUT that was not the last we were to see of our peeps. I put some cedar branches on our deck with a bowl of blueberries and black raspberries, and that would be there every day for them along with a bath water container, should they want to stay close and have food for a while yet........for 7 days they came back ate, flew above us and peeped with delight as they played in the sky with their wild dance. Nothing more beautiful to watch, they would come in and say hi and bye, soon I knew they would find something wonderful.

Saturday August 13th, the peeps are 35 days old, there is a gathering of about 10 juvenile Waxwings in the Spruce Tree, our peeps joined in, and off they flew, we did not see them for the rest of that day, however Sunday August 14th, still no peeps and they were done with the offerings we had set out, I called no answer again, and then out of the wild blue yonder literally, a gang of 10 young Cedar Waxwings flew in and I could hear our peeps, called, they called back for the last time, and off they went again with their newly found gang, now sporting their mohican hair do. WOW!

Martin Luther King always got it right.....and I will end this with his quote...Never, never, be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way!

I do not recommend anyone take any little birds that more than likely are being watched over by the parent birds, as they can, and do, do a better job than we can, as we cannot teach them which trees will keep them dry in a drenching rain storms, or we cannot peep at them when a hawk is near, we cannot show them the trees to hide in when night is upon us........so remember if you do ever encounter a baby bird, lift it to a safe place if a fledgling, or if by some chance a wind has maybe blown a baby out of a nest, try putting it back in........but if you have to save it.........there are options, you decide.

May the wild at heart always remain WILD!

Vicky

The last day we saw them, today August 14th......can still hear them.....once in a while, my motherly radar is attuned to their peeps!

Rescue and Release.....Over and Out!


Thanks again Jerry for some of the great shots as usual!

Growing Up Guildwood

A long time ago, during the musical birth of Elvis and his Rock and Roll, in the midst of the simplicity of the 50's, we made a move, that was to solidify us as a family and a neighborhood, and to many, would become known as growing up Guildwood. We were the first settlers of the infamous Village. Anyway you look at it, if you grew up Guildwood you will relate.

The late 1950's brought my mom and dad, the three of us, my sister, my brother, myself, all of whom were a year apart, and a younger brother 5 years younger than myself, or what you would call a full house, to a place called Guildwood Village. My dad had found a news clipping, advertising this new neighborhood on the Scarborough Bluffs.

We had been nestled in a smaller home off Pharmacy and Ellesmere, and I had started my first year of Kindergarten at Terraview Heights Public School. Once we had had a chance to drive down through this place called the Guild, we were spellbound. This move would take place, and we would reside in what was the last model home on Somerdale Square, known as number 7. What a house it was, we all had a bedroom, a finished recreation room and two fireplaces, in the heart of a forest, and on the edge of Lake Ontario, heaven was close by in the form of The Guild Inn and the Scarborough Bluffs, and over the years, I would get to know every inch of it.

The trees, the air, the smell of the lake, and the amount of kids was amazing. We were plunk right in the middle of the neighborhood, where all the kids would walk to get to school, you could take your pick of whom you wanted to walk to school with, and you could get home real quick from school by way of a maze of asphalt paths. My sister entered into kindergarten and would be a student of the well known teacher, known as Mrs. Blackwell, as a matter of fact, that very teacher, would be an icon in that public school, for her work as the Kindergarten teacher for many, in the years that followed.

I entered into a class with a teacher called Miss Britany, and there, friendships bloomed that today, almost 50 years later, are still treasured.

I was a tom boy back then, there was no mistaken that, and heaven help you if you bugged me, or pulled my hair, I would ensure payback was tenfold, especially when my hair was pulled, or you washed my face in snow. I could run like a deer, so you could not escape, aka Tricky Vicky and I lived up to it. Anything that crawled and I could fit in my pocket was fair game. Spiders and june bugs were a favorite for me to launch at my poor sister, because they stuck to hair and clothes, and snakes well they had a way of just showing up on the floor of the house :-).

Back then you see, we were kids, that went out in the morning, came home for lunch, and disappeared into the day with kick the can hide and seek, double dutch rope, hop scotch, good baseball game, marbles and just about anything else that would keep one busy. I spent hours with a silk nylon stocking with a ball in it, and a good large wall. No cell phones, no computers, no texting, just plain pure fresh air and fun, and you had to find it. Exercise was never an issue.

Church and crisp easter bonnets, were a given, I knew exactly how many windows were in that church. Brownies, girl guides, cubs, scouts were weekly, no escape.


You got into a scrap with a new kid on the block, it was a good old fist fight, or a whack with a stick or a kick in the shins, your hair pulled until your eyes watered, but no knives or guns, and no law suits. You fell out of a tree or scraped your knee, it would wait until you got home, cuts and bruises = ice and bandaids. No infections, no disinfection, just grin and bear it. You shared your pops, your popsicles with your friends, lunches were packed in brown paper bags and we shared and traded. We ate snow, picked things off the ground, and low and behold here today and healthy. Mom cooked full course meals, and our house was always open to anyone that dared enter, and with four kids the selection of those entering was always interesting. NEVER a dull moment.

In summers back then, the hose always kept you cool. Sometimes a mischievous friend may spray you walking by, and turning any corner could present a water bomb balloon to drench you from out of nowhere, if you did not sneak down to the lake through the many hidden paths, or try to climb down the bluffs, the cool lake breeze was an instant chill. The sand and mysteries that were along the beach were an exploration all of their own. Sunken treasures, driftwood, skipping stones, climbing cliffs, tons of birds, and a great big bear cave, that I would climb up for many years to come.

There was always a smell of fresh cut grass, and today, it still reminds me of the Guild on those hot summer days. They used to spray for mosquitos so a fogger truck, would come around every night to spray, and dancing kids would chase the smog for streets away, wonder we did not all die from lung cancer. To end the night the ice cream truck or yummy man as we called him, would deliver the goodies around the street. Mom and dad would always have to cough up for that, or there was simply no peace with four kids. A little man with a bell would walk the street to sharpen knives, and our little cleaner would pick and drop off the cleaning. WOW!

In the winter we would play until we were soaked to the bone, and then come in and eat, put our wet stuff on the heaters to dry, so that we could grab it and go out again and finish what we started until dusk. Sometimes you could actually skate on the roads from wet rain, and the snow got so high from shoveling and clearing, we could build the best snowmen, and tunnels at the foot of the driveways, and sometimes it would even meet up with the next door neighbors. Snowball fights and not to get caught in a good one, or you would end up getting your face washed with snow from the neighborhood snowballers. Nearby on top of the famous Guildwood Hill where the gates made you feel like your were entering Fort Knox, there was a big barn, and the hill made a great toboggan run. I remember on those cold nights, the smell in the guild was unbelievable. The aroma of burning logs, throughout the streets, and the muffling of sound from all the snow, made it into a winter wonderland, and the snowflakes twinkled under all the street lights, not to mention the christmas lights that danced on the trees and homes around the first week of November.

The Guild Inn was magical, a full maze, cottages, pathways, gardens, bluffs that you could see clear across the lake, and just tons of woods, wildlife with an incredible history to it. Little did I know I would someday be married there, as many were.

Halloween, well that was an escapade on its own. Egg throwing, pumpkin smashing and all that kid stuff in good fun, and the biggest bag of candy one would ever want a child to bring home. I loved my candy and did a good job of raiding the other 3 hidden candy bags that my siblings had thought were well hidden. The local dentist loved halloween.

We saw our friends graduate from the public school to the high school transition. The new and close by Laurier Secondary School would provide the world with many an interesting character. It was a time of the real mcoy meaning the real thing and what I mean by that is a full array of cars, the real deal camaro, firebird, mach 1, TR7, austin mini, mustang, grand prix souped up le mans, cougar, barracuda and challenger, and oh yes who could forget the volkswagon beetle..............CARS that would be still be hot 50 years later.

The boomers ruled, and flower power, bell bottomed pants, shag hairs styles, big rimmed glasses, mini skirts, platform shoes, the beatles, the monkeys, eagles, and beach boys, sadie hawkins dances, the cafeteria fries and gravy, the local plaza hangout for the cool and the gangs, and a fully array of colorful clothing. There were no implants, botox, you were what you were, oh natural, except many of us had to wear those big steel braces that made you look like the transformers, and if that was not bad enough we had to put the round hoop on at night.

Discipline was a given, groundings, spankings, and the school strap really did exist back then, and you did do what you were told. Taught me respect, and to this day grateful for it.

It was a time when there was always helpful neighbors, and a time when I thought my mother would only live 6 months as she was told, as her battle with cancer began. She is still alive today at 80. It was a time when a young friend would die, and really hard to understand why life can be so very short, and one would question life and death, and life after death. It was a great time, but it was our time, and none of us knew what lay ahead, but for that moment, a carefree life was provided in this Guild, in this youth, way back then.

My parents would own the local Village Variety, where we and our friends had an endless supply of candy through public school. My pockets would be full of blackballs and my mouth was evidence. On a hot day the Lola would do the trick, it was a WOW back then.

It was also a time, even though you lived in the Guild, that we had to wear hand me downs, work to buy what you wanted, walk where you had to go, your parents did not just drop everything and drive you, and when you went out, you were out, no phones or contacts. Entertainment was made by you, and electronics meant if you were lucky and could afford an 8 track player, you were cool. Transistor radios were a means to hear some of the now golden oldies, but other than that, the only thing we carried was school books and at that, the old fashioned way, piled up and in the front of your arms, and you got to school with every one.

Bell bottom pants and the shag hair style made your groovy, and my false eyelashes and twiggy make up, made my father shudder at the sight of it. It was a war to watch the beatles appear on The Ed Sullivan Show for the first time in the 60's, and my mother had a full, all out battle with Dad, in order for us to watch it. He called them Animals, little did he know they were on next.

Television, wow, who could forget Howdy Dowdy, Sky King, Gilligins Island, Micky Mouse, graduating to Star Trek, All In The Family, Threes Company, and on to the movie theater where Planet of the Apes, Godzilla and King Kong rocked.

There was really only two places you could of worked, either the Guild Inn or the Guildwood Villa and in those days we ALL worked. I started at 14, because I did want my own car, and I would get it, and more, pay for it all myself.

Remembering the assassination of President Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King, and of course who could forget the walk on the moon, that my grandmother swore was a movie set, and never did happen.

The 60's was colorful, playful, innocent, and time to get ready for the 70's and the real world, as we left high school for our walk of life. I would always remember the golden goal of the Canada Russia game when Paul Henderson scored the final GOAL in the last 34 seconds of Game 8, 1972. Oh Canada.

Dairy Queen, Kentucky Fried, and A + W were it for fast food, but I did take a liking to the Chinese Food that we were treated too once every 3 months.

Drive in movies were plentiful in the 60's and 70's, and we had our pick of many. I liked the Tee Pee and Bay Ridges, and what was cool, was, you could see them back then from the 401, when you were young and pass by in the cars. Later we would experience them first hand.

What went on in the Guild stayed in the Guild, we were our own clan. Our friends would be forever friends, and it would be a place that would be talked about until the day we die. We would watch life long friends battle family tragedies, and the day to day battles of real life.

A generation of strength, innovation and discovery. We paid for our own education, or at least I did, and made our way through the age of what would be the fastest and biggest electronic/digital tsunami, where all you would have to do is press buttons and not even move a muscle. Welcome to today.

My core was formed back there, and here I am in a world of places like Facebook, reunited with the memories and people that created many of them. Who would ever of thought that his communicative woodstock, would show itself right when you needed that, to rejuvenate ones soul and chuckle about our past.

Out with the old and in with the new, the 60's and 70's peace and simplicity has moved to the year 2010, where many are retiring, but growing up Guildwood left an imprint, that today always brings a smile to my face. To this day, the sound of The Voice of Hockey, Foster Hewitt and the Hockey Night in Canada Song jingle, takes me back to my dad watching this downstairs, a roasting fire, and us tucked safely in bed knowing tomorrow would be another day in the Guild, and a train horn in the distance would take me into my nights sleep.

Its all good, and I can truly smile as I go back, and where my past meets my present, is truly a gift of remembering.

And a big shout out to good friends, we are all vintage classics now, in good condition, a little rust here and there, but they don't make em the same anymore.

To all my friends thanks for the journey so far, and lets get ready for the golden oldies. Heck old ? no way, still way too much energy and as far as my french goes Joie de vivre: Joy of living; zest for life or C’est la vie: That's life!


If you Want To Read More on the Guild Click Below

Hauntings at the Guild

History of the Guild

A Trip Back To The 60's in Ads

Pit Bull Ban Controversey (Click Here To See The Results Of A Breed Ban)

The above photo was shared from this editorial with story and photos, and is very disturbing. My title is also a link to this editorial, it should be shared.

You can judge a nation by the way it treats its animals - Ghandi
NEVER JUDGE a breed by what you read, judge the owner that enabled it to become what it is - Me

I suppose I am no different than anybody else starting their everyday tasks, except that last few nights I tossed and turned and just could not turn off my mind. Over and over I could see the faces of these two innocent dogs that are sitting in a dog cell for being nothing more than loving, and judged on their looks, taken, and now facing EUTHANIZATION.

EXCEPT thank god, it got leaked to the world. THANK YOU INTERNET and the people that fight for the rights of our best friend, DOG.

Several years ago I watched TV, Michael Bryant at the time, Attorney General of Ontario, spoke on a breed ban, NOW signed, sealed and delivered as the Pit Bull Ban in Ontario. Did not think too much about it, did not affect my dogs, felt sorry for the people who may have aggressive pit bulls, and there was not much more about it on the new, so I personally just forgot about it, until a news snipit turned the lights on, HELLO what have they really done here. Come on folks nothing short of a mass murder order.

In my whole lifetime I have been attacked by two dogs, one was a Doberman Pinscher and the other was a Shih Tzu. I have friends that have been bitten by other breeds but nowhere have I, personally, encountered an aggressive Pit Bull. My bites were not reported.

I am a dog breeder, 25 years of pride in the health and temperament of my offspring. What sparked this whole *breed ban off the back burner* for me, was seeing this Pit Bull Ban in action today, and the eyes of these dogs that did nothing wrong, never mind the heartbreak for the owners, WORSE NOT EVEN PIT BULLS.

WHAT DOES A GOVERNMENT that puts these bans in place, know about dog breeding and genetics. WHAT DO THEY know about DOG BREEDS, of which I believe there are well over 250 breeds, each with individual health and temperament issues. What good DO THEY think they are doing by exterminating a breed, by forming a hangmans law to go AFTER anything that walks, looks, barks, or resembles a breed that is so misunderstood by the public.

IN THE WRONG HANDS a gun, a car, a bottle of alcohol, a boat, and so on CAN KILL!

WHERE ARE THEY TO STOP THE PUPPY MILLS, BACKYARD BREEDERS, PET STORE SALES, OR PUREBRED DOGS THAT ARE BEING BRED WITH PROOF OF SERIOUS GENETIC FAULT, if they really wanted to do something in the best interest of the public.

MANS BEST FRIEND DOG, spelled backwards GOD, given to us as a true family member, protector and lover of mankind and the word DOG covers all breeds. They are a product of their environment for the most part, with some genetics sitting on the left wing.We all have a busy life, and as stated, typically, we do not get involved with a situation until it has reared its ugly face in ours.

As a dog breeder, I was always aware of my puppies and adult dogs body language. Their body movements, facial expressions, and triggers that stirred a reaction to an action, were more than not an indication of their next move, be it good or be it bad. My breed resembles the Pit Bull. Heaven help us all.

I consider myself as close to an expert as a breeder can be on my breed. I have raised, trained and bred many beautiful pets. Blaming all innocent dogs for what really, is a fault of some, and more than not, is the direct fault of the breeder and or owner.If everyone got a list of the bites/ attacks that enter the hospitals and urgent care centers across any continent, THE MAJORITY WOULD NOT BE PIT BULLS.

Why target one breed, I am truly at a loss, I mean really at a loss, except that when they bite they do do more damage, as do many other larger breeds. There is no denying that there are issues with SOME PIT BULLS, and the damage that they can inflict, but look at what is behind the attack, EVALUATE each and every dog/breed attack, there is no question that any dog that mauls should be dealt with so that it never happens again, but come on, if you have a serial killer in one family, are you going to go after the whole family, and if so, then there should be good reason.

This Bill was passed without thought, and not in full realization of the fallout this will leave behind in the future, called Breed Specific Legislation (or BSL) which is based on the idea that certain breeds of dogs are bad and are more likely to kill or seriously hurt humans MORE? than any other breed of dog, and worse based on look.

I no longer breed, but I still remain very active on health and temperament issues of my breed, and this now is going into 28 years of support.Breed profiling is not just going on here but everywhere, I just saw the released photos of the piles of dead pit bulls, piled on top of each other and the reality has set in, these dogs are dead because they have been sacrificed, PLEASE, let me get this straight, a legislature that will kill pits bulls and resolve what? No more dog attacks?

I am really struggling here to figure what the resolution is in these dead dogs, many of which appear to be innocent souls, puppies that never got a chance to sit in a loving lap, mans best friend taken from their home, or worse, abandoned animals for fear of the new law.There is still, and always will be, an underground market, and many that tried this route of banning have realized this is not the answer and have squashed the Bill.

Breeding anything is a serious business, and not for the weak at heart.Choosing breeding stock, for health, temperament and type, EACH is an educational course in itself, if, it is to be done from the heart.

Monitoring your breeding stock to the breeding age and ensuring soundness, can be a huge financial set back in itself, any good breeder will agree.Do you really understand the genetics of your breed and possible complications you could be bringing into the world, the public really does not, they trust the word *BREEDER*.As sower of the seed, you are the gardener and responsible for placing your produce in its new home.

The ownership interview, the education of the breed, the breed health risks and breed mentality, are your new owners prepared, for this lifetime commitment. Will you be there to answer all the questions, or are you a here today, gone tomorrow producer.When 80% of a breed are good and 20% have health or temperament issues, I am just using these figures for my point, do you start with the breeder /creator, or put the onus on the owner /enabler for not knowing, because they were never educated by the breeder.

MOST LITTERS BORN SHOULD NEVER OF BEEN BORN, because the person breeding did not have a clue what they were doing. I am always sorry to hear of anyone that has been traumatically attacked or mauled by any animal, however, ONE does not include ALL.

STOP NEGLIGENT BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS.
All dogs should be leashed in public.
All dogs with a hint of a temperament issue should be muzzled and leashed in public.
Any dogs on the loose should be the direct responsibility of the owner for allowing the situation to arise.
If you own a dog, be his master and boss, LEARN how to do this.

Just for starters. STOP breed blame, STOP the killing, if is not stopped it will only move onto another breed. This world is full of opinion, most opinions never matter or get heard, when your opinion comes from experience, it becomes a wisdom, and we all read about it and no one really bothers until you are faced with it in your life, then the words of wisdom are understood.

And THIS is just my humble opinion from my venting station and have a good day!

PARTICIPATE IN THIS NOW WHILE YOU STILL CAN, or your dog could be the next target.

Do not just sit here and read this, WRITE A LETTER, speak up, your voice does count and numbers matter. I cry when I see this, sad, just so sad. Something so beautiful that trusts man so much and gives us so much pleasure, is discarded like garbage. The day of the internet is here, WRITE if you care.

The TITLE Link Above Contain The Photos and Article Of The End Result of This Ban in another place where they have been banned, sadly it is too late for these adults and puppies, these have been euthanized.

Thanks for reading.

Some Of My Favourite Sayings

My first blog will be to share some of my favourite sayings with you. Enjoy!

While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls. Author Unknown

Be the change you want to see in the world – Ghandi

The greatest wealth is health - Many

Go within to not go without – By Me

When in doubt as to what to do, do as Jesus would - Unknown

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you - Unknown

Anywhere is paradise it is up to you - Unknown

Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that is not about you, all of the expectations, all of the beliefs, and becoming who you are. Rachel Naomi Remen

The natural forces within us are the healers of disease – Hippocrates

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else – you are the one that gets burned – The Buddha

When you really listen to yourself you can heal yourself. Ceanne Derohan

Just for today I will not worry..Just for today I will not be angry..Just for today I will do my work honestly..Just for today I will give thanks for my many blessings ..Just for today I will be kind to my neighbor and every living thing - Reiki

We are not human beings having a temporary spiritual experience we are spiritual beings having a temporary human experience – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

God be in my head, god be on my eyes and my understanding, god be in eyes and in my looking, god be in my mouth and my speaking, god be in my heart and my thinking, god be at my end and my departing.

Faith sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable, and received the impossible – Corrie ten Boom

Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today - Unknown

Only when the last tree has died, the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize that we cannot eat money. The Cree

When the power of love overcomes the love for power the world will know peace. Jimmy Hendrix

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Ralph Waldo Emerson

I don't know the secret for success, but the secret for failure is to try and please everybody.

I have nothing to hide. I am who I am. Adam Lambert

How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these. Uknown

An Earthling