So tired…

I have learned that when I am this tired, my posts tend to suck.
I did a program today at Chilo Lock #34 Park way far away, down the old O-Hi-O.
I drove over 200 miles today.
I am going to check out everyone else’s blog and post tomorrow.


Sweet Mother Mary, he has a blog

I don’t believe it.
I must be high.

Jim, my oh-so-weird father in law, has a BLOG. And it has been registered since 2004.
2004? A year before I started mine?

All the times I have told him, beseeched him, begged him to get his OWN blog, and he’s always had it? What a stinker.

You know, there will be no living with him now. You know that, don’t you?

14 Things you may not know about moi

No idea why I am listing these…maybe because I am at a loss at to what I should post about?

1. My maiden name is Susan Kay Kailholz. (and no one could ever spell it…thank goodness Geoff’s name was Williams)

2. I am totally addicted to a show targeted at teenagers: Degrassi: The Next Generation.

3. I can recite all 50 states in alphabetical order.

4. I can say ” Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” backwards. (You know, from Mary Poppins?)

5. I was born a little bit premature and I have a hole in my back where my spine didn’t fuse.

6. I have Gone With The Wind memorized. (the movie, not the book)

7. My favorite color is green…not that you could tell from my blog or anything.

8. I was in a pageant once.

9. My first car was a 1981 Chrysler Cordoba. (With fine, Corinthian leather….) And it had T-tops…I was so cool.

10. I can play the alto sax.

11. I was in accelerated education in grade school…someone actually thought I was “gifted”. That ended in high school.

12. I don’t like vegatables.

13. Geoff and I honeymooned in Great Britain.

14. I am an ex-big haired, rock ‘n’ roll concert-goin’, head-bangin’ chick.

He’s gettin’ there…

Everyone wants “smiley” photos of Boomer.
Today, he got real close.
So close…

Even closer…

As far as dog smiles go, this was the best we could get today.
(In this picture, he is dancing on the couch.)

Ha ha! Busted!
He is a dog of good manners, but ignored chicken patties are irresistable.

Hero of the Year

Animal Planet has 10 finalists in the “Hero of the Year” award, and a fellow Ohio rehabber has made the top 10.
I met Mona Rutger up at Crane Creek in northern Ohio during our annual bird trip. She and her husband Bill run Back to the Wild, a non-profit organization dedicated to the protection and care of injured wildlife. They do a great presentation every year on International Migratory Bird Day at Magee Marsh with raptors…bald eagles, golden eagles, all kinds of hawks and owls. When I met her, one of her volunteers had just brought in a great horned owl nestling a birder had found off the bird trail. I came away from the meeting thinking that this woman was intelligent, dedicated and just a nice person. I thought, “What a cool job. I wish I could do that.”
And look at me now!
So…go to Animal Planet’s website and check out the finalists. And I would consider it a personal favor if you vote for Mona. (she is in the lead right now!)

A visit to the vet And 100 Mile Birds

Lorelei and I took the injured barred owl back this morning. Lorelei demanded to see Lucy, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Lorelei also wanted to see Earl, so I shot this from the doorway. I didn’t have my gloves, and was not up to wrestling a old geezer vulture.
I had to do this to Lorelei: We went up to the RAPTOR house, (which needs renters, if anyone is interested) and told her to look up. Her face was priceless. She was startled, but curious at the same time. I’ll bet my FIL will have comments from local taxidermists?

The aisle between mews for the program birds.
Top floor of the RAPTOR house.
This house has so much “cool” potential. Three floors, with the top floor like a studio…three bedrooms. All the renters have to do is feed the birds during the week and pay a very reasonable monthly rent.
100 Mile Birds:
The last two injured birds I have picked up, I have racked up 100 miles or more, each, round trip.
Some people would choose not to do that. And that’s okay. It’s what you care about that matters to you, and birds just happen to be my thing. Some people would drive 100 miles for a sea turtle (my mom, for example), or a croc, or a groundhog…you get the message.
A “100 mile bird” has become a sort of justification system in my head. I care, so I take the time.
So, everyone, what is YOUR “100 mile bird”?

This came in the mail today. Boomer’s first mail!

Wendi, who frequents this blog and occasionally leaves very awesome comments, was cooking up a batch of doggie cookies for Chet Baker and asked me if Boomer would like some, too.

What a sweet gal. Thanks, Wendi! The dogs LOVE them. If you give me the recipe, I would like to post it here.

It was time to visit the vet with Boomer. He didn’t seem to be gaining much weight after a week of decadence.

I so love this dog. He was as calm at the vet as he is at home.

Stats: No tapeworm, as far as we know.

He now weighs 22 pounds, up from 19 pounds last week. Not bad, but not good enough.

He was dewormed again with a broad spectrum dewormer, given his first heartworm preventative and is to return in 2 weeks for another weight check and vaccines. He is close to the dividing line of dosages in reference to poundage, so we have to wait for his weight.

I swear, I try to get smiley face pictures of this dog. But…this is how he looks a lot of the time. He gets happy and bouncy when we come home, come out of the bathroom, lay on the floor. But get food out and it’s Mr. Pitiful Face. I just know he has been beaten and/or neglected. He is “head shy”, so we treat his head and face gently as we kiss and chew. I was carrying a stick out of Isabelle’s room (from a wall map that fell) and Boomer saw the stick and hit the floor, cowering.

Ever want to clobber someone with a skillet? I wish I knew who threw this boy away.

Instead of bats in the belfry…

…I have an owl in the garage. But let’s get to that in a minute.
Tired of Boomer yet?
Too bad.
His new favorite place to sleep in on our old Boppy pillow. At least someone is getting some use out of it…the girls never liked it.
He somehow curled himself tight enough to fit into our old doorway bouncer. (For those who don’t have kids, this is something that you attach to the top of a doorway, plop a baby in, and let them bounce…and bounce…and bounce.
Okay, now the owl.
I got a call about an injured bird for RAPTOR. It was a barred owl.

(I didn’t get photos of today’s owl…too busy wrestling it and trying to convince it that I was there to help)

Aren’t they just striking? They look all cuddly and sweet, but let me just tell ya…they are still PREDATORS.

I couldn’t get hold of any of our rehabbers at first…two are in Europe, one was in Columbus, and the others didn’t answer their phones.

I finally did get hold of one, but by that time I was home. So I will take it to RAPTOR tomorrow morning after it spends the night in our nice, dark garage. No worries…it will be fine.

When I drop it off, I will try to get photos.