Sunday, June 26, 2016

From Feral, Alley Cat to Diva -- The Long, Strange Trip of Rebecca


Rebecca during her wild, alley cat days.
Rebecca now. No cushion too soft and no loving too much.  
 
It's been a long, strange trip for Rebecca.
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She was part of a trap, neuter, release (or adoption) project I conducted more than five years ago for the feral, "alley" cats in the back of my apartment building who, up until that point, were breeding like rabbits.
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Healthy kittens were fixed and placed for adoption, as were a couple of easily socialized young adults. (I personally kept one of the cats, Jill, along with the four I already had.)
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Although young and appearing healthy at the time, Rebecca unfortunately tested positive for FIV ("feline AIDS") as did her sister, father, and very feral mother. 
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All four cats were neutered, vaccinated and held at my vet's until otherwise healthy and recovered enough to be released back to the alley.
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That is where they stayed while I continued to monitor and feed them every night over the ensuing years.
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A couple of years ago, the wild mother (a tabby cat named "Mika") managed to somehow escape the alleys and got onto the city streets. I later heard through a neighbor, that a rescue group successfully trapped Mika and were working to socialize and place her. But, in the years I knew and fed Mika, I was never able to touch her. She was extremely feral and thus I am not sure what luck the rescue group had with her. The good news was that the then 6 or 7-year-old cat was out of the alleys.
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But, Rebecca, her sister, Ronda and her father, Robbie remained. Of the three cats, Rebecca and Ronda became affectionate and trusting over the years, while Robbie remained aloof and untouchable.
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A couple of years ago, I took photos of Rebecca and Rhonda and promoted them on social media and adoption sites seeking foster or adoptive homes. But, there were no offers.
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There were many times I worried over the cats. Particularly over the brutal winters of 2013 and 2014. We had more than 60 inches of snow during the winter of 2013 and the frigid cold the following winter caused thousands of water birds to starve to death on iced over lakes and ponds in the north east. Even this past winter, temperature at one point plunged to 1 degree below zero in NYC.
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But, through it all, the three robust cats not only survived, but thrived. All three developed particularly thick and dense coats in the winters and I made sure they were consistently well fed.  
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Then, a few months ago, Rebecca suddenly disappeared. I looked everywhere for her and questioned neighbors and local stores. I checked lost and found Internet sites everyday and the city pound (Animal Care and Control).
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But it was as if Rebecca had simply vanished into thin air. There was neither sign nor sighting of her anywhere for more than two weeks.
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Feeling despaired and horribly guilty, I said a prayer and attempted to "make a deal" with God.  I promised that if Rebecca showed up again, I would immediately rescue and take her in.
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Then, a few days later, I gazed out my window one rainy morning and to great shock and relief, finally saw Rebecca!
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But, it was pouring rain and Rebecca looked really, really bad.
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She was thin, filthy, soaking wet, appeared listless and dull and there was a deep indentation in her tail, as if she had been trapped somewhere.
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Worst of all, she was in the adjoining alley separated by a tall, steel fence!
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Not stopping to think about anything, I filled a dish with cat food and ran down to the alley. I had to pray Rebecca was hungry and strong enough to climb the fence and come to me.
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Fortunately, Rebecca responded and slowly made her way to me.
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Shocked at how weak and dehydrated she was, I immediately picked up Rebecca, held her close to me and ran upstairs to my apartment as fast as I could. She neither had the strength nor will to try and break away.
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I brought Rebecca to my bathroom, where I quickly set up food, water, litter box and blanket.
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But first, I had to dry her off as she was completely rain-soaked to the bone.
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The dirt, caked mud and filth on the cat turned the fluffy white towel completely black within seconds.
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I had rescued hundreds of stray and alley cats in the past, but never one as filthy and "black" as Rebecca.
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It was apparent that she must have been trapped in some very filthy basement for the two weeks as nothing in the alleys could have produced that much dirt and grime.
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I actually went through several towels that morning with Rebecca and even so, the once gray and white cat appeared mostly blackish. There was no white to be seen at all. Moreover, the denseness of her thick winter coat only compounded the stuck-on grime and filth problems. It was as though the dirt was Krazy-glued to her coat and body, never to come off.
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The indentation on her tail was not an open wound and thus appeared that it would eventually heal. But I was not sure that either Rebecca or I would ever get all the dirt off. She settled down in my bath tub quickly turning the white to a dark gray, ashen color.
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I then had to think about how this "feral" cat was going to suddenly adjust not only to being in a human home, but to five other cats and a dog! Would my other cats even accept Rebecca?
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Rebecca's positive "FIV" status was not concern to me as Jill, my other cat rescued from the same alley years before was also FIV positive. FIV is not easily transmittable to other cats (other than through bites or sex) and to be frank, doesn't appear to compromise the cats in any way. Rebecca was, after all, a cat who had survived blizzards, extreme heat, all kinds of storms and even below zero air temperatures.
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But, whether Rebecca could suddenly "adjust" to indoor life and strange animals was a whole different question. Would she spend her life hiding or attempting to escape back to the familiar yards that had been her "home" her whole life? Would my other cats bully and terrorize her? Would she miss the two cats she had grown up with and had relationship with? Would Rebecca view my dog as a threat and attack him?
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These concerns I had serious doubts about.
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But, as matter eventually turned out, all the reservations, hesitancies and fears I ever had about taking Rebecca in were completely baseless.
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I kept Rebecca in the bathroom for the first two weeks. It provided a safe, secure place for her as well as affording opportunity to clean herself up. Most importantly, it allowed me the chance to pet, pick her up and socialize her. I discovered Rebecca loved being petted and nuzzled in my lap.
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But, after two weeks, Rebecca showed signs of curiosity and desire to expand her horizons. She wanted to see what was on the other side of the door.
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One of the things that had always impressed about Rebecca during her years in the alley, was her cheerful and confident disposition. There was always an air of optimism and forbearance about her -- as if nothing could get her down or upset or even frightened. I recalled seeing her navigating thick snow banks, making her way through puddles and drenching rains and holding up during single digit wind chills. Through it all, Rebecca (and her sister, Rhonda) always maintained the same sense of stoicism and cheerful acceptance of circumstance. Their tails were always raised high in the air and both cats enjoyed their nightly rounds of petting and nourishment regardless of whatever nature had to dish out.
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But, would it be the same in a completely foreign environment?
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Rebecca was a cat who had never (over six years) been exposed to indoor lighting, TV, music, vacuum cleaners, litter boxes, furniture or living with a human -- not to mention, my other animals.
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But, that same air of confidence, adaptability and optimism that had served Rebecca so well during the tough years in the alleys also served her in my home.
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Though at first a little cautious and tentative, Rebecca quickly gained her footing throughout my apartment and greeted my other cats (and dog) with politeness, cheer and respect.
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There were no fights, kufuffles or conflicts of any kind. It was as if Rebecca had been here the whole time.
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But, perhaps the biggest surprise of all was just how well and how fast Rebecca "took" to the comforts of indoor living and human company!
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Within days of being released from the bathroom, Rebecca was enjoying naps on the furniture (electing never to sleep on the hard floor or hide) and coming to me for attention and petting.
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In fact, Rebecca has become so demanding of pets and belly rubs, my other cats have to compete now for any left over affection. Moreover, Rebecca especially likes being picked up and nuzzled like a baby!
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Who knew any of these things about Rebecca when she was eking out survival in the dark, foreboding alleys?
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Rebecca is making up now for all the affection and attention she missed over six long years. She literally can't get enough of it.
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She has in fact, become a "diva."
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I feel bad of course that I did not pick Rebecca up a lot sooner. I feel bad too, that her equally sweet sister is still out there.  (On the other hand, picking up Rhonda, would leave her very feral dad all alone. -- Something I am hesitant to do in light of the relationship between the two cats. Were something to happen to Robbie, I would pick up Rhonda.)
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It is always hard to predict the outcome when deciding to rescue and take in a so-called, "feral" adult cat.
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Many will have a difficult transition from the outdoor life to life in a human home with all the trappings that go along with it. Many ferals will remain skittish and easily spooked for life.
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But, for whatever strange reason and despite her very feral parents, Rebecca was always meant to be with humans and in a human home.
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I suspect from the moment she was born, Rebecca was a diva at heart.  
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Friday, June 17, 2016

Falling Goose Feathers and Growing Babies -- The Season of the Molt


Hansel and Greta with babies in early June.
Babies growing fast.
Families merging.
First of the intruders arriving for the molt.
"Damn, they're here again!"
More interlopers!
John and Mary and their fast growing goslings who are now dark grey.
 
It's the dreaded season of the molt.
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The molt is the six week period during early summer when Canada geese lose and replace flight feathers. But for that six weeks, they are grounded.
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It's generally not a happy time for the geese.
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Frustrated by their inability to fly and move about, the geese can be cranky and cantankerous.
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Usually gathering in "safety in numbera" groups just prior to the vulnerable molt, it's inevitable that territorial and dominance skirmishes break out with older or paired geese often chasing and pecking pesky yearlings or underlings who just don't show enough respect for boundaries.
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There is established hierarchy among Canada geese. And at no time is it more apparent than during the challenging molt.   
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At the Central Park Reservoir, new arrivals for the molt period flew in earlier this year than previous springs. Most were already settled in by the first week in June.
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The Reservoir is an attractive location for molting geese due to its safety appeals. There are few (if any) natural predators, no dogs, no fishing and no goose harassment. Moreover, protective fencing surrounding the Reservoir ensures the geese are not chased or frightened by overly eager children or annoyed adults.
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The drawback to the Reservoir is that it doesn't contain grassy lawns for geese to feed upon as grass is their primary food source. But there are plants and foliage throughout the surrounding rocks and the geese make do with those. Apparently safety is more important to geese than favorite food sources. They are highly adaptable and vigilant creatures who make safety their #1 priority.
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The arrival of approximately 25 geese for the molt was, needless to say, not welcomed news to the two established goose families already there.  
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Both, John and Mary and Hansel and Greta were clearly annoyed with the new arrivals on to their "turf." The fact, both pairs are raising three goslings each, only added to the irritation.
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The two families have somewhat merged over the past couple of weeks with the daddy ganders taking turns chasing and "correcting" unruly and interloping upstarts.  
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But John and Hansel have their work cut out for them as both families are clearly outnumbered by the intruders.
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And so there eventually comes a point of begrudging acceptance.
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"We're all in this together," so to speak.
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With the pressure of guarding their mates and raising babies, neither John nor Hansel has time or energy to chase visiting geese 24/7. In another four or five weeks, this will all be over and the temporary intruders will be on their way. I sense both families already know this. It is perhaps comparable to human families having to put up with visiting relatives over holidays or summer vacations -- grin and bear it.
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Regarding the six goslings (three for John and Mary and three of Hansel and Greta), all are growing and developing quickly and normally. John and Mary's offspring are 9 days older and therefore, a little bigger and darker than their counterparts -- though when all together, it is sometimes hard to differentiate among them.
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Goslings grow very quickly and are full size within two months. By ten or eleven weeks, they are flying and usually leave the hatching and rearing locations with their parents. They are usually not seen until the following spring when the family returns to nesting location again. It is at that time that the parents (when wanting to nest again), "kick the kids from the nest" and send them on their way. Usually the necessary parting of the ways is not pretty to witness, but it is nature's way. All children have to learn to be adult and on their own.  
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Since all of the goslings hatched in May, many people and children have delighted in observing and watching them grow. There is rarely an evening that I don't run into other nature lovers enjoying and photographing the geese and their rapidly changing babies. It has all made for many warm and engaging conversations.
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Yes, it has been a wonderful spring so far, brimming with new life and hope!
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And even if there is the natural annoyance of falling feathers, temporary grounding and nuisance interlopers, it will all be over soon enough and both families will be on their way.
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But, oh the joy of this short-lived, but brilliant season!
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Enjoy the geese -- and their precious babies while you can.  -- PCA
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Fly On The Wall


"I will make you offers you can't refuse," said Hillary Clinton to Bernie Sanders.
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"Lifetime free membership in the Billionaire's Health Spa, free Vermont maple syrup for life and free Ben and Jerry's ice cream for both, you and Jane for life. That is more than fair." 
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"Bah Humbug!" scowled Bernie. "Those are mere crumbs! What about my 1800 delegates? My berniebros and my revolution? They will settle for nothing less than my being President!"
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Hillary thought for a moment. After some deliberation, she finally countered, "Well, Bernie, I have this: Your own 'Weekends with Bernie' reality show!  You'll get to play the President, stomping around the country and holding rallies. There will be plenty of walk-on roles for your bots from yelling obscenities about me to breaking up banks with hammers to burning down the Wall Street bull. Jane can bake cookies."
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"Nah, that still ain't enough!" Bernie yelled, waving his finger in Hillary's face. "I want something YUGE!  Something befitting my revolution!"
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Hillary thought some more. Bernie was being difficult.
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Finally, putting both hands on the table, Hillary announced resolutely, "We can use footage from Woodstock to show the strength -- and sexiness of your movement!  Naked girls and young men running around with the message of free love. Free drugs. Hendricks playing the Star Spangled Banner and Santana belting out, Soul Sacrifice."
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Bernie considered Hillary's last and final offer which prompted fond memories of his hippie days in Vermont -- the hard times when he had to steal electricity from his landlord.
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"Okay, Madam Secretary. On one condition though..."
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"What is that, Bernie?"
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"Jane and I still want the free Ben and Jerry's ice cream for life."  -- PCA
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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

One Step Closer to Extinction -- Harambe Death, a Result of Human Negligence


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Critically endangered, Silverback Lowland Gorillas are now one step closer to extinction thanks to the irresponsible actions and denial of the Cincinnati Zoo, as well as failure of parents to properly monitor their three-year-old child.  
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Harambe, a 17-year-old Lowland gorilla was shot dead this past Memorial Day weekend when interacting with (and actually trying to protect) a small toddler who had managed to penetrate the so-called "security barrier" that is designed to prevent animals from escaping their enclosures.
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But, it is obvious from this and other similar incidents, that such "barriers" are not sufficient in preventing humans from entering (or falling or jumping into) animal enclosures, whether they be children, drunks or the mentally ill. In other words, this and other zoos fail to properly protect the very animals they are entrusted to care for and safeguard.
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Less than two weeks ago, a Chilean zoo had to shoot two lions dead after a suicidal man stripped naked and invaded their enclosure. http://www.examiner.com/article/two-lions-killed-at-chilean-zoo-after-man-strips-naked-and-jumps-into-their-cage
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Little public outcry occurred after the lion incident because it was clear the lions attacked the man and would have killed him. (Protest should have occurred in that situation too, for the lack of adequate protection to the animals.)
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But, there has been much public backlash on social media protesting the killing of Harambe. Not so much for the fact his species is critically endangered, but more so because videos show the gorilla gently trying to comfort and protect the confused boy as he might a juvenile gorilla. At no time did Harambe beat his chest or display other aggressive posture suggestive of threat and attack.
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Unfortunately, due to the panic and screaming of onlookers, Harambe eventually did grab the boy by his ankles and dragged him away in the water in seeming attempt to escape the chaos and get the boy to a quieter place. Such appears "rough" to the naked eye, but the boy neither screamed nor cried and on the contrary, appeared to perceive the actions like a game.
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Gorillas are of course very powerful animals who can "crack a coconut with their bare hands."  But had Harambe wanted to crush the boy's head, he could have done so in mere seconds. The gorilla's actions over almost 15 minutes with the child showed absolutely no desire to kill or even harm.
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That the boy was later taken to the hospital with only minor injuries due to falling into the 15 foot moat enclosure and returned home less than a day later, seems proof that the gorilla neither intended harm nor caused it.
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Nevertheless, despite his concerned and protective actions toward the child, Harambe died via the bullet with no real attempt to exercise other options.
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What were the other options?
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Certainly, it seems the most humane and responsible action would have first been to clear out the hysterical onlookers who, in their screams only served to stress and agitate the gorilla. Then to bring in someone familiar with Harambe (trainer, behaviorist, or animal caregiver) to calm the animal and negotiate hand over of the boy.
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Other option would have been to use a tranquilizer gun. Officials claim tranq would have taken "too much time," but the boy was with the gorilla 15 minutes anyway. This seems weak excuse.
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Circumstances suggest that the zoo simply took the easiest and quickest way out by shooting to death the gorilla and then claiming "it was a matter of life and death" of the child.
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But, that seems more to the zoo's defense in a likely law suit of the parents against the zoo for negligence. -- A lawsuit that is likely to win or be pleaded out.
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Had the child died, there is little question the zoo could have been wiped out in paying legal damages for such and even worse "negligence." The decision to shoot and kill the gorilla was therefore, more for legal reasons than any actual death threat to the child from Harambe.  
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But, what is most distressing about this entire tragedy is both, the zoo's and parent's failure to admit and accept any responsibility for it happening.
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Harambe did not die due to being struck by a lightening bolt.
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He died directly through human negligence and irresponsibility of both, zoo and parents to admit any mistake and wrongdoing.
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If a zoo creates a situation of having to kill the very animals it is deigned to keep and care for, there is an obvious failure in the system.  
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To quote famous TV psychologist, Dr. Phil McGraw, "You can't change what you don't acknowledge."  
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As long as zoos keep coming up with denials and rationalizations for their failures to properly protect the animals they are entrusted to care for and safeguard, then these ugly instances will continue to occur.
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It is up to the public to let Cincinnati and other zoos know that we are no longer buying the excuses and denials. They need to step up to the plate, admit their mistakes and take immediate steps for remedy and policy changes regarding "emergency response" in situations like the Harambe tragedy.
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It is never acceptable to push endangered animals one step close to extinction in effort to save ourselves from pricey lawsuits due to our own negligence and failures to properly protect animals and humans.   
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Rest in peace, Harambe. You and your magnificent species does not deserve what humans have wrought to you. -- PCA
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Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Bountiful Spring in Central Park for New Goose Babies!


New arrival for Hansel and Greta taking a nap.
Three little balls of yellow fluff.
Almost two weeks old now, Hansel and Greta's goslings quickly growing!
Meanwhile, Mary with one of her babies.
John and Mary whose goslings are one week older than Hansel and Greta's.
Naptime!
Proud Mary and her babies.
It's nearly two weeks since Greta hatched her eggs at the Central Park Reservoir.
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But, not all of her five eggs hatched and so Greta continued to dutifully sit on her nest, presumably in hopes the last one finally would.
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She sat on the nest an additionally two days with her already hatched babies tucked neatly under her wings while her mate, Hansel, stayed devotedly by her side.
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But by Monday morning, it was clear that the last egg was unviable. Perhaps due to the delay in quickly moving from the nest or suddenly cooler weather, one of Greta's new hatchlings also didn't make it.
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But she and Hansel still had three little healthy balls of yellow fluff to attend to.
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There is little time in the animal world to mourn what was not meant to be. The family had to quickly recover from loss and move on. 
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Since that time, an interesting development has taken place.
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As previously noted, there was already another goose family at the Reservoir.
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John and Mary had hatched their three goslings a week before those of Hansel and Greta came into this world.
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Typically, John and Mary nest and stay to the north west part of the Reservoir while Hansel and Greta nest and claim the entire east side of it.
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But, since the arrival of Hansel and Greta's new bundles of joy, John and Mary brazenly  moved to the east side with their quickly growing goslings!
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When first observing this, I was both, surprised and concerned -- expecting a long, drawn out battle between the two ganders over territorial claim as what occurred last year.
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But, unlike last year when Mary's nest was destroyed along with the all eggs in it, this year she too, successfully nested and apparently the presence of goslings makes a huge difference in terms of acceptance by another goose family.
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Not only have Hansel and Great accepted the "older" family into their territory, but they actually appear to welcome them!  
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Both families are typically found along the east side of the Reservoir, peacefully getting along and often staying quite close to each other.
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While not certain, I am guessing such acceptance and cooperation is to add measure of security to their situations. As in humans, goose families apparently like to stay together and share in the raising of babies. Additionally, the ganders share in responsibility for defending the territory and chasing away interlopers.
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Speaking of "family," I had previously speculated in past years that Mary and Greta might actually be sisters.
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Since female geese choose the nesting sites and since geese typically return to the general areas they themselves hatched, such speculation was not particularly far out.
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I am now convinced the two geese are sisters. They might in fact be part of the offspring of "Mama and Papa" the original goose parents I observed at Turtle Pond in Central Park during the spring and summer of 2010.
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From the get-go, the goslings of Mama and Papa became very acclimated to people and there is no question that both, Mary and Greta are extremely social with and used to humans. Greta even chose for her nesting site, the most visible and human accessed point of the whole Reservoir -- close to the East 90th Street public entrance!
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Sadly, Mama and Papa have both passed on in recent years.
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But, at least two of their offspring apparently survive to raise their own babies and carry on the legacy.
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This spring in Central Park has been particularly bountiful for geese. Unlike past years, it appears that not all eggs were oiled and/or nests deliberately destroyed by either Geese Police or park personnel.
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There is also a new family of geese at the Boat Lake in Central Park -- a goose pair with seven goslings!
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It has indeed been a bountiful spring in Central Park this year with at least 13 new goslings.
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Compared to last year when there were only three goslings in the entire 843 acre park and the previous year when only two survived, this year is definitely "feast" rather than famine.
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Mama and Papa somewhere in goose heaven, are, I am confident, looking down and smiling.   -- PCA
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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Donald Trump Won the Presidency Last Night -- Nightmare or Prophecy?


An angry Bernie Sanders -- Trump's best surrogate?
 
Donald Trump won the Presidency last night.
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The good news is that it is only mid May and thus, possibility of the scenario above is still months away. 
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But, watching the chaos and destruction that has unfolded within the democratic party over the past few months (and especially days), could be the best predictor for what to millions of Americans, is nothing short of a nightmare: A Donald Trump Presidency.
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Mr. Trump was actively tweeting (and likely laughing) last night as Hillary Clinton struggled to a razor thin win in the Kentucky primary and lost the Oregon primary to democratic "insurgent," Bernie Sanders by nine points.
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Reality is, that Hillary Clinton has been taking hits from both, the extreme left and fanatical right for many months. That she is still standing and well on her way to the democratic nomination might actually be the surprise in all this. By contrast, Bernie Sanders basically gets a free pass from any criticism. Democrats don't want to alienate "passionate" Bernie supporters and Republicans would prefer a Sanders' candidacy over Hillary as easier to attack and defeat in November.
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(It should be pointed out that Bernie Sanders has never been a democrat and merely joined the party two years ago in order to run for President. He is a self-describe, "socialist" and as such, is really an interloper to the democratic party.)
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The late primaries of May and June don't matter much in terms of changing the actual math and inevitable outcome of the democratic race for Presidential nomination. Hillary essentially has the nomination sewn up with a 3 million popular vote lead and more than 700 delegate count lead. She only needs less than 100 delegates now to mathematically clinch -- something she is sure to achieve on June 7th when delegate-rich states like New Jersey and California finally vote in the primary.
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But, the primaries won't end with the spoken will of the voters and actual clinching of the nomination.
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Bernie Sanders is belligerently promising a contentious "fight" all the way to the convention floor in July. This despite the fact he has suffered a substantial and decisive loss.
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Many (especially media) are acting surprised at the Sanders-inspired violence that broke out at the Nevada Democratic State Convention last weekend which was charged with assigning delegates for the upcoming National Convention in July. (Hillary Clinton won the Nevada caucuses by 6 points in February.) 
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Supporters of Bernie Sanders unhappy with the process, disrupted and hurled obscenities at long time progressive California Senator (and Hillary supporter), Barbara Boxer as well as they threw chairs on stage and issued death threats to democratic chair person, Roberta Lange. The convention had to be shut down early due to security concerns.
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The harassment and misogynistic threats towards Ms. Lange however, continued for days resulting in more than 1,000 vile phone calls, messages and tweets that included her family and grandchildren and forced a restaurant where she works during the week to temporarily close.
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But no one should be surprised at these ugly turns of events.
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The vitriolic, "writing on the wall"  has been visible and apparent since the beginning of the campaign.
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It was visible with Sanders' insistent demands for "political revolution" and tendencies to demonize certain segments of society as targets for hate, fear and distrust. It was visible in the hundreds of thousands of angry tweets, insults and charges of "voting with vagina" by Bernie supporters to Hillary backers on social media. It was visible in the hurling of dollar bills at Hillary Clinton (i.e. "corporate bought whore") when she recently traveled to a fund raising event in California. And it was evident in the vicious taunts and intimidation heaped on Clinton supporters leaving a campaign event a couple of weeks ago in California by Bernie fanatics. -- Taunts and obscenities even directed at children causing one small boy to cry and a little girl to experience her Hillary Clinton signed poster ripped up in front of her.
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Yes, the writing was on the wall for a long time but most, (especially a Trump-obsessed media) failed to see or acknowledge it.
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It seems however that the vile events at Las Vegas last weekend have finally garnered some attention from both, the (overly meek and accommodating)  democratic party and the media. Or, perhaps it is Sanders' refusal to publicly denounce such violence without a "but" attached, that has finally opened eyes.
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The question to ask now is, are such actions, "too little, too late?"
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Plans are well underway for fist-raised protests and marches against the July Democratic Convention in Philadelphia. https://www.facebook.com/groups/MarchOnTheDNC/
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Moreover, Sanders is promising a floor fight and "contested convention."
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The last times we had such division, protests and "contention" at democratic conventions, Republicans won the November elections. Such was true in 1968 and 1980.
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Then of course, there was the infamous election of 2000 when leftist "idealist" protesters abandoned the democratic Al Gore in order to vote for third party candidate, Ralph Nader.  
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That election gave us George W. Bush.
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Perhaps it was no small wonder that I awoke this morning thinking, Donald Trump just won the Presidency last night."  
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