I had to take little Dilly out of Louisville the
other day. He really wants to be with Domino and
Switch and they really like him too, but then they
pick on him too much. And on the other side of the
fence, Tommy Knocker, O'Malley and Obama have been
picking on him too much also. I put up a fence
dividing Asaru & Tiwana's pen in half and he stays
there during the day. At night he gets a whole pen
to himself when the barn gang go in for the night.
We are really in need of a couple new homes to help
make a little more space, but for now this will have
We had someone email about geese that
needed rescuing and when I emailed back, they never
responded... which drives me crazy. Can't they at
least email and say, "Thank you, but we found
someone else to help." I mean something... the
general lack of common courtesy from people. I get
it when we're dealing with someone who has no
compassion for animals; I expect their lack of
courtesy--I'm prepared for it. But when someone
emails all upset about some birds and begs us to
help and then drops the ball when we offer it. I
just don't get that. It is so thoughtless. I waited
5 days and then sent an email that said due to their
lack of response, they have been removed from our
waiting list and we have moved on to other birds.
And finally... to top off the day... we have
dozens of eggs we're trying to donate. Someone in
town gave me the name and email address of a pastor
who runs a soup kitchen. I emailed him offering to
bring him free eggs. He never even responded. Not
even a "thank you anyway." I never understand people
who depend on charity, but then turn their backs on
it without respond. Anyone who offers to help
support our ducks and geese by donating supplies or
funds, gets a big THANK YOU from us. Even if we
can't use what they want to donate (which is rare),
we send out a genuine thank you for thinking of us.
It makes me wonder how much help someone really
needs if they can be so rude as to not even
acknowledge an offer--and a pastor no less! Sheesh!
I once tried to donate $25 to a local cat shelter
who tried to help us find a kitten to adopt. They
didn't have a kitten, but guided me to a couple
other shelters. Our emails went back and forth a few
times. Then, when I asked for their address to send
a check to thank them for their time, they
completely ignored me and never responded again.
Apparently $25 is not enough money for them to even
be bothered with. I've never forgotten that because
on their website they say how "desperate" they are
for donations. Apparently not desperate enough to
tell people where to mail the check.
I swear, if I had a million dollars, I would test
someone before donating a penny. I would try
donating a little something first and see how they
reacted to it. If they didn't respond or turned
their nose up at my offer, I'd just move along to
the next shelter. I'd wait until I found that
special shelter who was sincerely grateful even if
they could not use the item I wanted to donate--a
shelter like us who says "thank you" and then
selflessly re-directs me to other shelters in the
area who could benefit from my donation. Then, I
would know that their hearts were truly in it and I
would donate $10,000 to them. Hell, since I'm
dreaming, $100,000 to them! Wha ha ha!
People say that they are so impressed with us for
not "burning out" from rescue work and losing
animals. I have never felt burned out by the
animals. No matter how sick, no matter how hard, I
always have the passion to help them and provide
them with everything I can for as long as they are
here. No... the ducks and geese never burn me out.
And I must admit, the insensitivity of 1 out of 10
people is not nearly enough to make me hang up my
towel. I won't let that one idiot sway me from my
mission to help these animals. I just vent it out
and then move on with a laugh.
Oh, so... back to the extra eggs story. I
never heard back from the pastor, so I put a sign on
my car window that said, "Free duck eggs inquire
within" Ha ha ha! I mean we are the only
exclusive domestic waterfowl sanctuary in New
England, never mind in the tiny town of Lebanon.
Everyone has seen my duck painted car driving around
town, but today at the Post Office a car pulled up
to me and asked if the eggs were fertilized.
I said, "No. They're not for hatching. They are
She said, "I'm a teacher at a tech school and I
want fertile duck eggs to hatch out in class."
I said, "We definitely don't support that. That
is exactly the kind of thing we try to stop. Just
last fall we rescued one of our ducks from
Coventry--the teacher hatched out ducklings and then
they ended up on the lake. One died there."
She said, "Oh, I wouldn't do that. A friend of
mine has a farm and they go there. She eats them."
I asked, "The eggs or the ducks?"
She said, "The ducks."
I said, "We are a waterfowl sanctuary. We RESCUE
domestic ducks and geese." And I point to my painted
car right behind me.
She gets embarrassed and says, "Oh."
I tell her she should read, "Lemon the Duck"
written by a teacher who hatched out ducklings
in her classroom with a pre-arranged good home for
them and then she keeps the one that hatches out
with neurological issues. I said, "There's a lesson
in it for everyone about the disposability of life."
I turned away and got in my car and called Tony
on my cell. Did she not see my car behind me? Was
she so focused on the "free eggs" that she missed
everything else about it? Could she possibly be the
only moron who did not recognize my car for what it
is? With the website address? Rescue Unit #1
sticker? Orange bumper & tailgate and duck
footprints? What the hell was she thinking? Or
rather, why wasn't she thinking! And she is supposed
to be a teacher. Nice job recognizing your visual
cues and making an ass out of yourself. Idiot.
Well, this week I guess there were 3 insensitive
people out of 10. Still... I'll be damned if any of
them distract me from these lovely animals. Nope.
Plus I know the next 7 people I meet will be great!