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Zachary and Dexter: A Video Post

Zachary wearing his little blue coat

Zachary

I’m usually all about pictures, but this is going to be a post predominantly featuring video!

Though technically one of the videos is actually made with stills.

A friend of Ryan’s, Jason, has come down from NJ to visit the sanctuary a few times in the past few months, and is completely in love with it. As we all are. He took tons of pictures with his camera phone, and when he got home, he put them together with some music. I find this to be extremely powerful. He intersperses a few pictures from animal agriculture – not the graphic stuff, but sad stuff nonetheless. The juxtaposition between the sad-reality for most animals, and the rescued animals at the sanctuary as well as the crowds of people who are clearly filled with joy at spending time with the animals really makes it all hit home for me.

The next video is of the cutest little baby goat! Zachary was rescued on New Year’s Eve. Some people had bought him to use as a NYE sacrifice. Their plans were to slit his throat. It is hard to even think about, let alone comprehend. Their plan was foiled by Zachary himself. He cried, loudly, and since baby goat cries sound remarkably like human baby cries, the neighbors called the authorities to investigate. When they found Zachary, they were able to confiscate him because “livestock is not allowed in the city”. The law would allow the killing of Zachary, but not the keeping of him. This is sad, but true, but it also shows that even pretty low-bar laws can be used to save lives.

That video is of Zachary just a few days after he’d come to the sanctuary. Terry brought him down to be near us by the chicken yard, and he happily munched on grass in the sunshine, wearing his adorable little blue coat.

Even one week later, he was turning into a bit of a rascal! (i.e., being a completely normal baby.)

I took a bunch of video snippets, trying to capture his baby cry at the request of a friend. I put the snippets together using iMovie. I’m not very handy with video, obviously, but I think Zachary’s antics overcome my video skills!

And finally, some very short footage of Dexter feeling full of himself! I missed most of the action, actually, where he was pestering Gloria and Sal, and they were having none of it, kicking him and tossing their heads.

Knowing what all of these residents went through before they came to the sanctuary, to see them acting so normal (hijinks and all) is a beautiful thing.

The mouse lives! And The Flying Nun…

If anyone was wondering about the mouse from last week at the sanctuary, good news – he made a complete recovery after a couple days, and they were able to release him back to the chicken barn!

In fact, I think I saw him again yesterday. There was a mouse who scurried under the water bowl as I went to pick it up, the very same water bowl that I found last week’s mouse under. After I picked the bowl up, the mouse hesitated a second, and then ran to the hidey hole in the wall. Terry says that it does happen sometimes that the mice go under the water bowls (they haven’t figured out how to stop them from doing that) and then get cold and can’t seem to warm up on their own. This is how she knew that they often perk right back up after they get warm!

Yesterday was a gorgeous day at the sanctuary – sunny and hardly windy, and the temps were in the mid 60’s I think. Sally, a.k.a. The Flying Nun, came with us to the pig yard. She gets lonely in her quarantine stall, so hopefully she’s out with the goats today – they were going to hear back from the vet yesterday as to whether all the bugs she came with were taken care of. Until then, she has to stay quarantined from the other goats and the sheep. Yesterday she came with us to the pig yard, where she had a great time. She seemed to think that the pigs were great big boulders for her to climb on, and the pigs seemed perfectly content for Sally’s little bitty goat feet to scurry across their bodies as they bathed in the sun.

sally playing on the pigs

Sally did actually know that the pigs weren’t rocks – she tried to get Sassafras to play head-butt, but Sassafras didn’t even bat an eyelash.

sally head-butting sassafras

The cows were fascinated by the show Sally was putting on. They’re so curious in general, but they seem especially drawn to the antics of the little ones. I remember them doing the same thing when the two baby pigs, Otis and Petey, went in with the big pigs for the first time as well.

carlyle and ainsley watching sally

It was all very cute. I carried Sally back to her barn afterwards so she could nap, and she’s just the sweetest thing.

sally

babies, mice, and rain

billy and butch

Yesterday was a wet and sort of gross day at the sanctuary, at least in terms of weather. Cuteness abounded, however, and we got to spend time with the baby goat, who has been named Sally after Sally Fields in “The Flying Nun“, and the baby lambs and their momma. I think the momma sheep is “Bessie” though Terry might have said “Betsy” or I could be misremembering completely. The babies are Billy and Butch, with Billy being a mostly white fellow, and Butch being a black sheep like his mom. Butch is the bolder one of the two, and he’ll come right up to you to check you out, and even had thoughts about trying to escape the barn where they’re living until they have a clean bill of health and can join the other sheep and goats. Billy is curious as well, but more inclined to stick a bit closer to mom.

When we were in the chicken barn doing our normal chores, I was taking care of the water bowls. I brought one back in and was about to put it down when I saw a mouse on the cement block that we put the water bowls on. Mice live in barns, you often catch sight of them scurrying around, but this one was laying on his side. I thought he was dead. I would like to say I handle these things well and that my excuse for just standing there was that the water bowl was in my hand. And that is partially true, the water bowl really was in my hands, and it is big enough that I couldn’t have done anything while holding the water bowl, but the reality is that I don’t handle these things well, and so I was sort of stuttering and saying “oh my god, there is a dead mouse!”

Turns out he wasn’t dead, though he obviously wasn’t doing well. Terry said that sometimes they just get cold, and if you warm them up they perk right up. She picked him up and held him under the heat lamp. He gasped a few times, and we kept thinking that this was it for him, but then his breathing seemed to get better and he was doing sort of better. I got a mouse box that they created just for situations like this from the storage barn.

The mouse box is a little cardboard box, sort of like a shoe box, but either for kids shoes or for something smaller than a typical adult shoe, and they have cut holes in the sides near the bottom as well as one in the lid, and taped pieces of wire mesh over the holes. There’s a tiny little dish in there they can use to put mouse food (which I suspect is the same as chicken food) and water in. We put some hay in the bottom of the box, put the little mouse in it, and Terry brought him up to the house to see if he’d do better once he warmed up.

When I left a little while later he was still breathing, so I guess time will tell. If nothing else, if he doesn’t make it, he’ll have been warm and comfortable for his last little while.

Terry always impresses me with how well she handles situations like that. She and Dave always seem to be prepared for helping even the littlest of their residents. The mouse ladders, a little mouse infirmary box. It is one of the things I love about spending time there. Everyone counts.

I got to feed little Sally her bottle before I left too. All in all, it was a really great day at the sanctuary, despite the drizzling rain!

Sally's flying nun ears

a baby goat at the sanctuary

It seems to be baby season. Last weekend I taxied baby chicks to Eastern Shore Chicken Sanctuary, as well as a rooster who had been lodging at Poplar Spring Animal Sanctuary. When I picked up the rooster, Dave (co-founder of PSAS) asked if I’d seen the baby lambs yet. A pregnant sheep had been found wandering somewhere in Maryland and after she was finally caught by the county, she almost immediately gave birth to twins. They all came to PSAS, and the little lambs are about the cutest things I’ve seen!

Today while helping in the goat yard I heard a baby calling. It was clearly coming from the barn where the rooster had lived, and I thought maybe the momma sheep and her babies had been moved from quarantine to there. But nope, Terry told me that it was yet another baby, this time a baby goat! Mamma-less, as it happens.

She’s about a month old, still being bottle fed, and she comes from a severe abuse/neglect case. She’s pretty skinny, as you might guess, but she ate quite well. She arrived at the sanctuary just yesterday.

baby goat at ps