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Dot
Spot & by Helen E. Willy
J
une is always a birdbaths. We have gotten so used to
particularly special each other that we co-exist outside
month in the country. very peacefully. Often I will be out
The natural green- puttering in the garden and a deer will
ery is astounding, be very near munching away on some
the flowers are type of natural delectable greenery. I
bursting into bloom, will stop and admire him or her and
the sounds of busy say “Good Morning” or “How are you
birds are everywhere, baby squirrels today?” They look up for an instant,
are playing in the treetops, and of connect with those big brown eyes,
course, the fawns are being born. We and then go back to munching.
were your typical city folk moving to On this day we had seen the usual
the country. We thought we were in suspects and, in particular, a doe that
tune with nature and animals because was very pregnant. Having had does
of our education and rural childhood and fawns in our yard in previous years
past, however, we had no idea that we we had come to be more aware of their
would have so much to learn and behaviors. It was about 9:00 P.M. and
would experience such awesome I was at the kitchen sink admiring the
moments. beautiful evening and sunset. I saw the
The date was June 4, 2003. We pregnant doe and two others who
had lived here since September 1999 appeared to be younger. That was a lit-
and had grown accustomed to the tle strange as most often the pregnant
almost daily visits from the various does preferred to be loners when it
local white-tailed deer. They feel safe was time to give birth. In particular,
here because activities on our property they did not want last year’s offspring
are relatively uneventful. We have no anywhere near. Early in the spring it
dogs or children and our existence is was time for the youngsters to go out
mostly quiet except for the noisy lawn on their own and time for the doe to
mowing and chain sawing days. We concentrate on her next offspring. We
have trees and brush for them to always found it sad when these fawns
nestle down next to, and we have would come to hang out with their
clover and dandelions on the septic mother only to be chased away. They
field, both of which they love to eat. would leave for a few days and come
They also enjoyed eating the flowers in back to try to connect, again in vain.
my garden until I learned which ones Only towards winter when they would
they didn’t fancy. They eat the loose start collecting in groups would we see
sunflower seeds under the bird feeders them being amiable towards each
and drink the water from the other again.
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The pregnant doe was them one at a time, their
acting strangely. She little tails flicking in sheer
seemed to be nervous and joy as they suckled. Each
looking for something, time, their mother washed
moving closer to the house. them thoroughly after the
As she turned to the side I noticed she that she had an audience. We weren’t feed to remove any scent in order to
had her tail up and there were two sure and haven’t witnessed a birth keep them safer from predators.
hooves and about eight inches of two since. By now it was too dark to really In the morning they were all gone.
legs sticking out of her rear end. I see what was going on. We were She had moved them to a different
reached for my binoculars but found it anxious to see what the morning location and most likely separated
easier to capture the whole scene would bring. them even more, which lessens the
without them. She was clearly giving We got up early and saw no sign chances of a predator finding them
birth but had decided at the last of the doe. I quietly went out to the both at the same time. I looked closely
moment to change her location. She back yard and immediately spotted at the area where she had given birth.
had come closer to the house and lay the fawns in generally the same area She had cleaned up after herself and
down in the tall grass. We could see as they had been born the night there was no evidence that anything
the top of her swollen belly and her before. They were both trying to “ find eventful had taken place. We know
head. I was in a state of panic because their legs”. One found a cozy spot now that they do this so predators are
for some reason I thought the head under a spruce tree and flopped down not drawn to the area. It was not until
should be coming out first. Was it a for a nap. The other, however, was several weeks later when the fawns
breech birth and was she in trouble? I very curious about his new world and were confident on their feet and were
called a neighbour who was very was exploring his surroundings. Not able to run that we saw the three of
knowledgeable about wildlife and he being very sure-footed, however, he them together. They loved our septic
explained that feet first, indeed, was would fall down frequently. He was field because they could jump, run,
very normal in the deer world. I went also very vocal and was making noises and play without being tripped by the
back to the window and saw most of the day. By afternoon he was undergrowth. When it was time for
something bobbing around in the crying for his mother in the most them to be bedded down the doe
grass by the doe. She was washing a heart-wrenching way. We had to close would lie down. The fawns knew
newborn fawn! It was getting more the door because we could no longer instinctively to go in opposite
difficult to see as dusk approached. listen to it. (We have had many new directions to find a sleeping spot. The
Her belly started contracting again fawns on our yard over the last seven doe would wait a few minutes, then
and moments later we saw a second years and none have been as vocal as quickly get up and quietly head in yet
little fawn bobbing up and down. The this one.) We were angry that the doe another opposite direction. They
doe was still lying down and washing was not coming to feed him or settle would never sleep together for their
them. She did not utter a sound, that him down. We knew, from past own safety.
we could hear, during the whole experiences that she was within Our little spotted wonders were
birthing process. earshot but must have known that the named Dot and Spot. We were graced
In the midst of all this activity the cries were not because the fawn was with several visits as they grew up and
other two does were calmly grazing in danger. She would be back at dusk then lost track of who was who when
nearby. They would look up and to feed them. Finally in the evening we the other fawns and does started
around frequently and it almost saw her approaching very slowly as wandering back towards fall. What a
seemed to us that they were there to she grazed along the way. We couldn’t magical world this can be. We are
keep guard and warn the doe that was believe that she was moving so slowly constantly learning about the
giving birth, should something or and uttered a few unkind comments behaviors of wildlife and are always
someone come by. Or maybe the doe about her mothering skills. Her little looking forward to our next
decided to change places at the last guys were surely hungry. By now they adventure, which never seems to be
moment because she wasn’t pleased were a distance apart and she fed that far around the corner. ca
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IN PASSING
celebrating the lives of animal friends
Bouncer Jack
Gone but not forgotten. A sad, “so Jack, our flat coated retriever, was the
long” to Bouncer, greatly missed by most life-loving dog I have ever been
Dave, Suzanne, Allyson, Trent, Joey and around, and we had to live with him. We
Janine. A golden retriever with a kind picked him up from the SPCA in March of
face and a big heart, Bouncer died far too 2001 and by April we had a mind to give
early in 1998 of cancer. Though he had him back. This one year old dog had end-
only 5 years in this world, the love and less energy and seemed to enjoy getting in
affection he shared with all who knew trouble on a daily basis. While he was a
him is beyond measure. He is still and handful he never lost his zest for life, from
will be forever missed and thought of 3 years later. Bouncer terrorizing Great Danes in the dog park to climbing on the
was a good dog, counters eating our dinner He was always tearing around,
Passed Away on: 05/03/03 checking out every angle and on the go; except of course when
he took up half the bed. We watched cancer take him but he’s
Scrubs still here and, while one day I won’t think of him daily, that day
Scrubs was a great dog. Nothing more than a mutt by is a long way off yet
most standards, but the best darn mutt to ever come into my Passed Away on: 04/01/06
life. He had a long and happy life, untouched by disease or
injury. For that I am happy. He died just one short month ago Send your tributes to editor@creaturesall.ca All material is
and I still find myself missing his mooching ways. subject to editing. Include ‘Passed Away on: date’. and a 300
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WAGGING TALES
stories from a veterinarian’s clinic
by Dr. Richard Weger, B.Sc., DVM
I r a b b i t
h e ave n
exist”, as
solitary hopping.
One day a man came to the store, picked me up
without hesitation, and stroked my fur with surprising
my caregiver Matt gently, but tenderness. From that fleeting moment the friendship
with desperate purpose, carried developed that existed to this day. Matt showered me with
me across the stone threshold of many rabbit friendly gifts; plastic balls, stuffed toys and,
the veterinary hospital I had of course, a multitude of munchable goodies. However,
visited on better terms so often it was his companionship and kindness that I most
in the past. My every breath appreciated. On rainy nights he would place me on
required extensive effort and any his lap and gently lull me to sleep while watching his
attempt to make even the slightest box of flashing pictures. On sunny days we would go
movement resulted in unrelenting outside and play in the grass, an innocent game of
pain. I gazed up and could see a predator and prey.
torrent of tears streaming down Violently I was pulled back to reality and I could
Matt’s face. Seeing my human hear Dr.Weger shouting “We’re losing him, he’s going
companion’s sadness reminded me that into cardiac arrest!”
I was not in this alone. Matt came upon I could feel tremendous pain in my chest. I felt
the front desk and quickly caught a cold. The end was upon me. Suddenly, amidst the
receptionist’s attention. chaos, time stopped still. All the voices quieted and it
“ My bunny’s dying! My bunny’s dying! was then that I saw my friend Matt standing over me, his
Please help me!” Matt exclaimed. face crinkled with sorrow. I could feel his hand stroking
A faceless voice boomed loudly in the air, my fur just as he did when he J5Jst held me at the
“Dr. Weger, to the exam room, STAT”. pet store.
We burst into the exam room and I instantly Bending over, Matt placed his face near mine and
recognized the human healer, Dr.Weger, who had whispered in my ear, “I love you Mr. Bunny.”
fixed me so many times over the years. Tears spilled down his cheeks and fell onto my fur.
“What happened Matt?” I heard him quietly Although we did not speak the same language, my eyes
inquire. reflected compassion for my human friend.
Fighting his fear of losing his best friend, Matt The images before me changed and I awoke as if I was
related the circumstances leading up to my grave in a dream. I found myself gazing upon a large field of
situation. “He has been slowing down recently and not timothy hay grass. I could feel the sun warming my body.
as energetic. I thought that he was just getting old. I Blue sky was above me with nary a cloud. The pain was
came home from work and I found him laying on his side gone. I was once again strong and vibrant. Off in the
in his hutch”. distance other bunnies beckoned me to go to them. With
While Matt told his tale, Dr. Weger, listened to my renewed vigour I ran with all the speed I could muster and
chest with his metal gadget. started my journey into the lands of the unknown. ca
“He has fluid in his chest Matt, I think
that he is in heart failure. We need to Dr. Richard Weger is a graduate of the
act fast!” Western College of Veterinary
With breakneck speed Dr. Medicine. He has committed the
Weger whisked me away and majority of his continuing edu-
my eyesight started to cation to the development of
become blurred. Visions of his skills in the field of exotic
my past appeared before me. I veterinary medicine. He is
was a young bunny again, currently owned by his Senegal
hopping in a garden of wooden parrot, Tiko and his cat, Mendel.
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CREATURE FEATURE
ungulate arrivals
by Kathleen Hewitt
id you know that giraffes have tall and can weigh up to 2,800 pounds was closed to all ungulates. Giraffes,
genes were well represented in the the females and Tenga spent many
Ungulates, which include captive breeding program so it was long hours gazing at each other
giraffes, eat vegetation, which they time for him to move on. After the through a window and it was very
chew and swallow, then regurgitate, boys had left for California, Mardi obvious that they were all well aware
chew some more and swallow again. and Carrie, our two female giraffes, they were different sexes.
This swallowing and regurgitation can remained together in the beautiful After the quarantine was over it
easily be seen in giraffes because they African Savannah building of didn’t take Tenga long to realize why
have such long necks. As they Destination Africa. It was hoped that he was at the Calgary Zoo and he
swallow you can see a large lump go eventually the Calgary Zoo would proved very successful in his mission,
down the throat and a few seconds obtain another male giraffe to mate Mardi began a fifteen month long
later see it come back up the neck with the two remaining females and pregnancy which should culminate
into the mouth, very weird! produce another baby giraffe. with the birth of a baby giraffe
Ungulates have particularly long But, just about the time that sometime in November 2006, making
legs that have been adapted for life on inquiries were being made to obtain a a family group of four. If you come
open grasslands and, it is interesting male giraffe from the United States, down to the Calgary Zoo you will be
to note, they walk on their toes. Alberta had its first case of mad cow able to watch as it learns how to
Giraffes are up to 19 feet (6 metres) disease confirmed and the border manage four very long legs. ca
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TAKING DOWN THE FENCES
a prickly tale
by Robyn Roper
ere’s a story to raise the hairs swollen shut, left eye punctured, to slurp away. His infected bite
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harlie, let’s go!” A quiet gentle command and questioned what this human was doing to him. However,
PARTNERS
Vancouver Campus as a working team. We have been talking to some cute canine he had just met, and was quite
together ever since. At first, Charlie knew more about his oblivious to the fact that I was looking for both him and the
own skills and duties than I did. With my insecure dog phone. I almost felt as if I was intruding upon his private
FOR LIFE
handling skills, I am sure that in his quiet canine way he moments.
by Verne Trevoy
The unexpected is always a
surprise. Charlie has learned well to
tug open the fridge door, but always at
right angles to the front of the fridge.
One day, when there were guests in
the kitchen, I carelessly gave the
command “TUG”, and “TUG”, he did,
from the side of the door and my forty
kilogram dog yanked the handle and
the molding right off with a loud bang.
He stood there and looked at me, with
a, “Now what?” look on his face.
One morning, when we were
riding the C-Train as strap-hangers, a
man nearby dropped his keys. Charlie
deftly picked them up and handed
them to me. I asked the fellow if they
were for an Audi or a BMW. He
replied, regretfully, that they were for I’ll never know. It occurred to me as After Charlie became my
an old pick-up truck. I gave the keys Charlie looked up with his big helpmate, I was so impressed with the
back to him and said that Charlie had Labrador eyes, he was thinking, “Can PADS organization and its work for
R
misfired that time. The people you fix it, boss?” I put the infant disabled people that I became a
surrounding us were still laughing bunny into a ziplock bag I had, as I volunteer. Charlie has been to schools,
when we got downtown. did not want Charlie to see me throw shopping malls, churches, clubs and
As Charlie is a working dog, he away his offering. business meetings as a representative
spends many hours each day under a Out in the public world, Charlie of PADS and has always enjoyed an
harness and backpack. His is a constant attention grabber. A appreciative reception.
recreational time is therefore half hour visit to the grocery market An observer once said that,
egularly, we go to off-leash areas and river banks where he can be a real dog
necessary and important. turns into an hour or more by the “Everyone should enjoy his fifteen min-
He loves to run in huge circles time we have met and talked to all utes of fame in his lifetime.” True or
in the grasslands and it is a joy to see those who want to learn about my not, Charlie enjoyed his reward in May
him do so. A recall command, dog. Children and their mothers are 2006. Volunteer Calgary hosts a yearly
“Charlie, here!”, and he is at my side, the most curious. Being a retired spring gala at which many people are
ready to go to work once again. One teacher who enjoys meeting people, I spotlighted for their efforts as volun-
morning, in early summer, Charlie turn these meetings into learning teers in jobs and organizations in the
came out of the trees toward me with experiences for the inquisitive. year past. This year Charlie was picked
an object in his mouth. He arrived and Letting Charlie pick up my keys that as the Volunteer Pet of the Year, 2006.
gently put the furry thing at my feet I toss upon the floor is a simple act This is the first time that there has
and sat in front of me. I picked up his that kids enjoy. been an animal category. There were
gift and realized he had brought me a A difficult challenge of life with a several fine candidates and Charlie
very young small rabbit. The quivering working dog is remembering that was honoured to be the winner. He
bundle died in my hands as I examined your dog is not a pet, but a working was featured in television reports and
it. At first, shock and disbelief! Had partner. Charlie’s gentle disposition on radio and was privileged to be a
my gentle Charlie caught and killed a and faithful loyalty makes people representative of the animal kingdom
helpless bunny? Then, upon closer want to cuddle and pet him and in service to all people. As I have men-
examination, I found three deep demonstrate affection. Many tioned before, he volunteers with me
bleeding wounds at the back of the children already know that a working on a regular basis with various organi-
neck at the top of the spine. Talon dog is not able to visit, and should zations in Calgary and was very worthy
wounds, to be sure. Had a hawk not be touched and never fed. of this award.
dropped its prey and could not find it Sometimes a courteous reminder is Well done, Charlie. You earn your
again or had Charlie scared off the big required when relating to people in kibble and your keep and the love of
bird before it could secure its meal? public places. your client and his friends. ca
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he was one of fifty pullets
A n g e l i n a
enough to keep her safe. She was thus
empowered to be as active as she
wished. Through trial and error, we
found that the best bedding was a by Elisabeth Dowson
large folded towel covered by a thin
layer of pine shavings. We could
easily pick out her droppings, and
the non-slip surface maximized her
mobility.
Angelina braced her left leg
against the box as she hopped. One
day while stretching her left leg up
and back like a tiny ballerina, she
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accidentally hooked her toes over the an effort to control as much of her life Once people realized they weren’t
top edge and found she could steady as she could, Angelina always set the imagining a hen in a box being chauf-
herself when pecking vigorously at an rules: sometimes she shared treats feured in a shopping cart, they always
apple or other hard treat. The twisted from her dish, and sometimes she smiled and initiated heart-warming
limb that would have been removed in insisted they hunt for seeds among the conversations. Several seniors shared
the quest for visual perfection became shavings. memories of their own chickens on a
a key element in Angelina’s quality While we were watching television long-ago farm, and many children were
of life. one night, Angelina repeatedly tapped fascinated to see and pet a real live
Two months after she arrived, her beak on the edge of her box so chicken for the first time. Angelina’s
Angelina presented us with her first urgently that I picked her up to check effervescent personality quickly
small brown egg. Others followed her. She seemed fine and settled on a dismissed any doubt about her quality
at thirty-six-hour intervals. She towel in my lap with her left wing over of life or her resolve to live it well.
proclaimed these events by loud my arm. Feeling completely secure for Like many non-human compan-
cackling followed by quiet focus. After the first time in her life, she preened ions, she was interested in everything
the egg emerged, she tenderly nudged all her hard-to-reach feathers and then we ate or drank. She could “taste” a
it beneath her with her beak and slipped into a blissful sleep with her new offering by smelling it and would
“incubated” it for a few minutes. head tucked beneath her right wing. either snatch it eagerly or reject it by
In mild weather, our back yard An evening ritual had begun. shaking her head as if to fling the food
offered excellent footing, forage and When a neighbour’s dog killed from her beak. Her favourites were
motivation for Angelina to reach her another beloved hen, we found pizza of any kind, grated cheese, ice
S
full potential. She was soon hopping Angelina safe but cowering under our cream, salad, Earl Grey tea and pink
after any insect that lemonade.
crawled, jumped or flew. When early spring
Her upside down foot, he soon gave these “kisses” whenever I asked. weather allowed her to be
calloused from use, outside again, Angelina loved
provided a pivot point to explore our new sun-bathed
when changing direction. She also deck. As I cuddled her and buried my greenhouse because it had a grass
used it to grasp low branches for face gratefully in her feathers, I felt floor and all the delights of digging in
balance when browsing beneath a her cool beak gently tracing my cheek. the earth. I thought she was safe in
shrub. To move quickly, she hopped Angelina had seen tears trickling down her sanctuary, but it became the
on her good leg, used the other for and was trying to catch them. Most confine where her life ebbed. A tunnel-
mid-stride stability, and flapped her hens peck at shiny objects, but she ing weasel proved to be the one
wings. examined every tear, freckle and challenge Angelina could not overcome.
As cold weather approached, we crease on my face with cautious For days I was inconsolable. Her
noticed that Angelina frequently lost fascination. What a precious little soul loss in this way was incomprehensible.
her balance and did the “splits,” even you are, I thought. She soon gave Eventually I realized that in Nature
when in her box. Our vet x-rayed her these “kisses” whenever I asked. The there is no right or wrong, no just or
and we were shocked to discover she image of her crossed eyes as she unjust; there is simply experience.
had no left hip socket. Inspired by looked at me down the length of her We borrowed Angelina for a time, but
falconers’ jesses, I fashioned a one- beak always made me laugh. the Universe retained ultimate control
piece suede hobble that slipped over Whenever I left the house, over her destiny.
each foot, and then adjusted it to Angelina fretted and squawked Each time I pass the flourishing
stabilize her left leg within a because her flock instinct told her little spruce tree we planted over her,
comfortable radius so it would not “alone” was dangerous. One day, I remember with great love the
overextend. She once again embraced having no real schedule, I tucked her diminutive hen who tasted the sorrow
her life with confidence. into a towel-lined grocery box and of my tears and prepared my heart to
That winter, her captivating took her with me. As soon as we drove hold greater joy. The solutions we
personality emerged. She frequently off, she nestled down and enjoyed the devised for her facilitated the lives of
groomed bits of grass from our border scenery so much that I planned other creatures yet to find their way
collies’ coats, but vigorously defended outings with her whenever I shopped into our lives.
her space against our cats with a for renovation, farm or gardening Angelina proved that when we
glare, raised hackles and a supplies. champion courage and facilitate
threatening beak. A diminutive hen Angelina inspected each new item potential, almost anything is possible
named Penny was the only creature to placed in the cart and pecked at those — even for a common but perfectly
receive “in-box” visiting privileges. In of interest, chattering constantly. special hen. ca
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SPACES and SPECIES
Who Gives a Hoot? The Great Grey Owl
by Kara Tersen, Development Coordinator - AB Region
ave you ever been walking in face forward on their large flat faces. from. Owls have an acute sense of
their food. reaches one ear the cooperation and generosity of vision-
arol Dab
The owl’s large eyes enable him to before the other, and ary landowners and supporters. If you’d
see well, even in the dark. Many the owl is then able to like to learn more about conservation or
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animals and birds have their eyes on detect exactly where volunteer with NCC, call 1-877-262-1253
the sides of their heads, but owls’ eyes the sound is coming or email alberta@natureconservancy.ca.
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THE WILD FILE
what’s so great about a grizzly
by Gelman Cortes
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ho wouldn’t want to head south during
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penguin’s primary defense underwater colony all at once is futile. By watching squatter than the Kings, with little
is its black and white camouflage. small groupings of Kings, a different paint brush tails. These colonies are
Predators, looking up at a penguin, intimacy with the colony emerges. I smaller, and certainly harder to reach.
see a white belly blending with the saw a courting pair make a half- Brushtails prefer to nest in rocky
light above; predators looking down hearted mating attempt (perhaps they terrain up slopes that tired me
see a black back blending with the resented the active audience), a climbing, never mind a bird with
dark ocean below. There are definite parent feeding its chick by regurgita- stubby legs. The beaches at the base of
advantages to being dressed for tion, and brown bedraggled chicks their colonies were strewn with items
success in a tuxedo. muck around in muddy water. Some any beachcomber would covet, such as
Our first intense penguin Kings were undergoing a catastrophic enormous whale ribs and vertebrae. In
experience was on the island of South molt where they replace all their Antarctica, it is forbidden to pack any
Georgia, a home to King penguins. feathers at once. They passed the time souvenirs home such as rocks, bones,
Kings are the second largest penguin, perfectly balanced on their heels, or or feathers; they must be left to their
and regarded as the most colourful snoozing on their belly. The odd own destiny. You can only take
and spectacular. Adults are just under penguin would tuck its head behind its memories and photos. The Peninsula is
a metre tall with vibrant orange wing, giving it a bizarre headless also intense ice country. Icebergs are
plumage on their head. They form appearance. like snowflakes – no two alike. Some
enormous numbers in their breeding The area bustles with activity from were multiple stories high with vertical
colonies, located on slightly raised other birds and animals as well. Skuas sides freshly broken off a glacier, oth-
ground close to accessible beaches. In are gull-like seabirds that patiently wait ers had been slowly wind and water
one colony on South Georgia, we were to pick off a weak or straying King sculpted to resemble amorphous glass
among half a million penguins - two chick for dinner. Sheathbills are tiny blown shapes. The smaller icebergs
hundred thousand breeding pairs, plus birds that are the garbage collectors of were the perfect spots for penguins to
their chicks! the colony, feasting on penguin poop. hang out and catch their breath. The
We stayed on the edges of the The beach is prime real estate for comic books and caricatures are true;
King colony to limit our disturbance, Antarctic fur seals. Seal pups spar penguins really do hang out on ice.
but still were well within smelling dis- along the beach, oblivious to the At the end of this experience, I
tance which, given their large groupings of Kings they mow down like wondered what it was about the South
numbers, surprisingly didn’t smell that bowling pins. Reindeer, introduced by and all those squawking penguins that
bad. Our cameras clicked away madly. the Scandinavian whalers, lope eerily got under my skin. We are all visitors
I have never felt like a pro photogra- out-of-place across the valley. to their colonies, their oceans. There is
pher, but you could not take a bad shot Our ship left the multitudes of no history of human habitation, and no
– they were so photogenic and comical. Kings on South Georgia and headed citizenship on Antarctica. It is
Watching a penguin colony is a lot straight for the Antarctic Peninsula, protected by the Antarctic Treaty as a
like watching football. A bunch of over- which stretches from the Antarctic natural reserve dedicated to peace and
stuffed animals run around in continent towards the tip of South science. I am humbled to have traveled
different random directions, make a America. Along the Peninsula we saw to a place that is part of our planet -
lot of noise, and find incredible Chinstrap, Adelie, and Gentoo but certainly another world. ca
pleasure in slapping each other. Trying penguins from the brushtail group –
to capture the activities of the entire these penguins are shorter and by Brooke Berard
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he loss of a pet takes a surprising toll on the human Arriving home after dark, I could see her fuzzy
T heart. For me, to even consider replacement seemed silhouette as she sat quietly on her porch. She would watch
a betrayal. me as I disappeared into my house and then respond to
My neighbour, Roy, told me of an abandoned Bichon Roy’s whistle and go indoors. I was being monitored.
Frise. He feared no one would take her. An injury to her One day, as I stooped to fasten her collar and leash,
anus, eventually corrected, erroneously gave the she placed front paws on my knee and bowed her head
impression she was untrained and stubborn. toward mine. We crouched, forehead to forehead, in
Knowing of my recent loss, Roy subtly asked, “Would silence, confirming our growing attachment.
you consider another dog?” Roy had my help when needed, yet was always mindful
When he noticed my hesitation he spared me having to of preserving his independence, especially where Missy
answer by saying, “It’s okay. I haven’t met her yet, but she’s was concerned. After all, I hadn’t taken her when he had
already won my heart.” At 93 years first asked. Missy seemed to know Roy was
and alone, Roy and Missy began a failing but she remained true to him.
union that would enrich both their She responded to his whistling or his
lives. calls to her, sans teeth, “Mithy, Mithy,
Knowledge of Missy’s first time to come in.”
three years was sketchy. We One very late and cold night I
learned that she was companion to noticed Missy sleeping curled up on a
a free spirited dancer who lawn chair; wind and snow swirling
abandoned her in a hotel room. A around her. Roy must have forgotten
rancher took pity and for one year her and fallen asleep. Hopping the
she ran dangerously free amongst fence, I awoke her and she looked at me
the hooves of livestock. Further as if to say, “What’s the problem?” Her
temporary owners misunderstood gentle acceptance of her circumstance
her rectal problem and failed to made me realize she must have
bond with her. endured much in her
Although
times, her timid
demeanor spoke
at
angel enough for two by Sharon Mills
past. Embarrassed,
Roy said he was just
about to get her in. I
of untold wrath, this tiny told him I knew that.
eight pounds of fluff never Looking forlorn, Roy admitted to
complained. Her appearance and difficulty in caring for Missy. With
occasional snobbish demeanor tears in his eyes, he said, “Missy has
suggested that her view of the told me where she wants to be.”
world should be from atop a silk We three made a bittersweet pact.
pillow. Missy would stay with me, but visit Roy
Now, ensconced on Roy’s lap often. She was now six years old. They
and in his heart, Missy was home at last. Good times were had shared an unconditional love that was never to diminish.
many in Roy’s yard, although Missy twirled circles of Roy passed away in his 96th year. Missy never forgot
delight at the first sight of a leash or mention of a walk. Roy the man who had saved her from her journey from pillar to
wasn’t able, but his twinkling eyes left no doubt he would post. Her little head continued to turn at the sight of a
find a way. He did. wheelchair or the sound of a whistled tune.
Missy and I walked daily. Roy’s face beamed from his A veterinarian’s examination revealed signs of previous
window. She was always will- surgery. Speculation was that
ing to return to him. She knew severe scarring from hip to hip
her home. They were content.
Roy must have forgotten was the possible result of a
Together, Roy and I her and fallen asleep. horse’s hoof.
shared in the extraordinary Missy brought joy and
personality of this little dog. My period of bereavement had laughter to my old friend and me. She died peacefully in
softened. When Missy looked for me daily, I secretly hoped her 15th year. Although heartbreaking, no amount of pain
it was for me as much as for our walk. at her passing outweighed those cherished moments. Missy
Often I would wake to her melodious throaty tones as taught me to open myself again to the loyalty and affection
she sat in her yard next door, just beneath my bedroom of her kind. She would be pleased to know that another old
window. Mischievous black eyes caught mine through gentleman has crossed my life’s path. He has two dogs.
parted window blinds. I was being summoned. But, that’s another story. ca
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THE GARDENING BUG
just hangin’ out
by Judi Schofield
pattern. I was reveling in the with a fair share of rain, but this
joy of it all when I saw it spider found its way around quite well.
– a spider on my When we have rain it disappears and
oak tree!! when the days are nice, it’s back again
Well, my and always on the same leaf. The
f i r s t middle of June brought thunder show-
response ers and the spider disappeared. I
was to get thought it had been washed away, but
a n g r y, then, “yay!”, it came back.
“imag- One rainy day I deliberately went
i n e , looking for it. I figured it can’t go too
h o w far or it wouldn’t always come back to
could the same leaf. After some diligent
that searching I finally found it. It was
nasty curled up on the underside of the leaf
spider right in the junction where the petiole
dare to (leaf stem) joins the leaf and right
come underneath it on another leaf was a
near my ladybug. I couldn’t believe that they
new oak were taking shelter so close together. I
tree?” and stood there and watched and saw that
my second with the rain and the wind moving the
impulse was to leaves, sometimes their bodies would
squish it. I was touch!
just trying to figure Now the spider has made a web.
s out how to squish it On that don’t touch precious oak leaf,
A yo u
have probably
figured out by now, gardening holds
without damaging the lovely
oak leaves when I actually looked at
the spider. Instantly, all that anger and
the spider has created a horizontal
parallelogram style web across the
leaf that pulls the leaf edges together a
deeper meaning to me than just hard indignation turned to curiosity. I had bit, creating a shelter from the rain.
work. Sure there is some hard work never seen any spider like that before The web has taken a beating with all
wielding a shovel or performing in my life. It was beautiful, it was the rain and wind, so the spider has
gymnastic feats with secateurs in colourful and it was weird. Where did reinforced it with a few extra braces
hand. But to me, the essence of this thing come from? going from one leaf edge to the other.
gardening is lounging or slowly Okay, a description is needed at What an engineering marvel he has
ambling around, experiencing all the this point. The spider had eight butter- created.
sights, sounds, smells and other yellow legs, two held forward and the I have no idea what kind of spider
senses to be stimulated in the garden. other six tucked underneath; a huge this is. I have checked various places
It was during one of these ambling globe shaped body that is red with a to find out and all to no avail. What I
sessions that I discovered the intruder white dimpled hump on the back. do know is that it grew quite a bit for
in my yard. I had wandered over to When I first found this thing on a spider, it’s impossible to photograph
take a look at my new oak tree. It was my tree, it was tiny but my, how it has as it is always out of focus, but I do
still little – just a baby at about 5 feet. grown! Yes, you got it, I didn’t squish know it doesn’t eat ladybugs. I will
I had planted it last summer and was the spider and I freely admit that now keep watching this creature to see
keeping an eye out to make sure it was I’ve watched the spider grow and what it does next and I most definitely
doing okay. Yes, it was doing okay and prosper in my oak tree for at least the now know that there are cool things
getting lots of new leaves, all about the past month. hanging out in my garden that I
size of my hand, thickly textured with Spring has again brought Calgary haven’t even spotted yet. Maybe I’ll
that deeply lobed, lovely oak leaf a lot of cool days and cooler nights, name my pet spider. ca
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NOVEL SUGGESTIONS
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Mother West Wind Grandfather Frog. They dwell in The Green Meadow or the
“How” Stories Old Briar-patch, travelling up and down the Crooked Little
by Thorton W. Burgess Path and diving into the Smiling Pool. Always, Mother
Grosset & Dunlap, New York West Wind is there with gentle breezes and soft sighs.
228 pp., ISBN 0-854-98866-2 My children have long since grown up and left home,
but I have kept many of their books that are like precious
Hard cover.
reviewed by Darlene Greer
friends and joyful reminders of their wonder filled child-
hood years. Gazing around my office I see a whole series
by this author that I have not looked at nor thought about
This book rekindles our childhood for a long time and thought that I would like to bring them
fascination with our animal friends in the forests. Those tire- to the attention of your readers.
less workers who help Old Mother Nature. Delightful chap- Since I hadn't shopped for children's books for quite
ter titles like: How Old Mr. Squirrel Became Thrifty and some time, I was curious as to whether you could still buy
How Old Mr. Otter Learned to Slide, draw in the reader. these titles and, to my great delight, discovered that they
These are excellent read aloud stories if you have an are available quite readily, both new and used—just check
emerging reader at your house and are quite easy to read, full the internet.
of dialogue, imaginative characters and interesting places. Written and published beginning in the early 1900s,
One of numerous books written by Thornton W. they are lively tales full of adventure and
Burgess, it delights with gentle instruction and provides friendship. Illustrations give warmth and reality to the
untold entertainment, while exploring the lives of such characters. They are a great addition to any home or
creatures as Billy Mink, Little Joe Otter, Jimmy Skunk and school library. ca
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ROAM FOR THE HOLIDAYS by Trebor Redleif
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THE FINAL WORD
sitting at nature’s feet
by Peggy Voth
A few years ago, I made it my practise to go on a solitary retreat threads through the sky. Out of the corner of my right eye,
every month, staying in a cabin in the country. These regular I noticed a bump on the dark willow leg of the couch inside
solitudes allowed my mind to wander into all kinds of places I the gazebo. Venturing a closer look, I saw that it was a very
don’t normally attend as an urban dweller. One activity I furry spider. A horseshoe-shaped streak of orange nestled
engaged in was watching wildlife in their natural surroundings. within the black fur.
I came to know their habits and traits well enough to draw some The dragonfly returned, perching once again on the tip
observations and lessons about life from them. Following are a of the tender branch. A gust of wind shook the branch and
couple of excerpts from my journal during that year of periodic the dragonfly swayed as if at-one with the branch and the
immersions in Nature and contemplation. wind. When I could no longer find a shady spot away from
the spider, I thanked the dragonfly for reminding me that
the pressures and worries of my physical world, which
skunk snoops for seeds under the bird convince me that I’m small and about to be blown away, are
feeders, poking his little nose into the illusions—that I too can keep my balance when the winds of
grass, then lifting his head and chewing. change shake my world.
He waddles closer to my deck. What I blessed the butterflies; they show me that if I honor
magnificent contrast there is between my instincts and trust my natural unfolding, I will evolve
his shiny black coat and the white V running from his nose into something that astonishes and attracts and calls to
to his haunches. His tail is quite the achievement too; it others. Isn’t that one reason we love butterflies—because
looks as large as his body. He’s beautiful, but I keep my they awaken us to our potential for metamorphosis into
distance, for overshadowing all of its visible traits is the something beautiful?
skunk’s reputation for its repelling odour. I become mind- I glanced over my shoulder at the spider. I saw that she
ful of my own need to give had turned to face me and now
respect, expect respect and stood up on her hind legs. I said,
demand respect. out loud, “And thank you,
I spent a fascinating half Grandmother Spider.” (She’s so
hour at the gazebo, watching a round and hairy that she must
red-copper-gold dragonfly gorg- be Grandmother Spider.)
ing on the end of a small branch. “Thank you for your reminder
This dragonfly appeared to be that I’m to create my path and
the embodiment of everything weave my beauty in the world.
ethereal. Various parts of its No offense, I don’t like looking
body flashed golden as it at you, but I do admire the inge-
quivered while extracting what nuity of your work. Peace to
it needed from the drop of sap you.” She dropped to all eights,
at the end of the branch. The giving me permission to go. ca
tiniest shift of its body
transformed its colouring from a Allowing Nature to teach us about
simple red to hints of rich life isn’t a new practice. First
depths or a shimmering translucence or the sheen of Nations peoples, shamans of various cultures and farmers are
burnished copper. The dragonfly’s subtle maneuvers and known for their reading of Nature. If you’re interested in
the constant changing of its colours spoke of magic, of finding out more about typical interpretations of animal
tricks in perception. The insect’s wings were its glory. They behavior, here are a few resources I recommend:
glittered in the sunlight, looking so fragile that I expected
the breeze to shatter them. Yet, they helped the dragonfly Spirit Animals by Victoria Covell
keep its balance on the branch. They lifted it into the air Animal-Speak: The Spiritual and Magical Powers of
and carried it away, whirring without being seen. Creatures Great and Small by Ted Andrews
I watched the flitting of black and white butterflies, Shaman Wisdom Cards by Leita Richesson
orange ones and yellow ones, and the swooping of wrens as Medicine Cards (comes with a book) by Jamie Sams and
they crossed each other’s flight paths, braiding invisible David Carson.
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