10-days in and he appears to be doing ‘OK’ — and Deanna has (thanks to Google) ascertained that it is a male. He gets put under a light during the day so that he gets heat. A few days ago we let him out. He can’t fly. He can hop around. He gets fruit and seems to be eating something. He doesn’t seem to be in distress.
I too did some research, albeit cursory. The damage to his wings was apparently not due to a mishap. Instead it is a parasitic disease that commonly attacks butterflies. Never knew that.
The lifespan of a non-migrating monarch butterfly is said to be 4 – 6 weeks. Longer for those that migrate. Don’t know what makes a monarch migratory.
4 – 6 weeks doesn’t seem that long. So, I am not sure whether our’s is already on borrowed time.
But, for now, he seems to be doing ‘OK’. I will keep you posted.
She found it on the grass, on Sunday, at her sister’s ‘farm’ in Maine. It couldn’t fly. One of its wings looked ripped. Her sister picked it up and gave it to Deanna. It immediately made it self comfortable on her sweater. The rest is history. She decided that she is going to try and rescue it.
It was given sugar water, fruits etc. And then a flower. It seemed happy enough. We brought it home. That was 2-days ago.
It seems happy enough. It moves about and appears to be eating.
I know nothing about butterflies other than that they are pretty. I don’t even know how long they live. But, so far, so good. It is neat to have it in the kitchen.
I will try and keep you posted. I hope it hangs around for awhile.
Busy time and I did not fancy a 40-minute (each-way) run to our usual (and trusted) vets in Pembroke. Though we do not travel that stretch of Rte 11 often we had seen ‘Cocheco Veterinary Hospital’ a few times on the rare occasions we do sail by. Definitely closer. So, we called and made an appointment.
Sure glad we did. Very positive, uplifting experience from start-to-finish. Very friendly, very professional, very caring. All good. Decent (not outlandish) prices too. That was a bonus. I am sold. No reason to hike to Pembroke — and they, when required, will make house calls. That is good to know.
Very impressed with Dr. Ring. The epitome of what you expect a dream vet to be! She took her time. Let Braxton get used to her.
Braxton LIKED the place. Did not growl. Let them touch him. Never seen him that mellow and trusting with strangers. The place has good vibes. You can see that they have thought things out. The reception area is HUGE — very open and uncluttered. Puts dogs at ease. They can look around and see empty, unthreatening space. Very clever.
Well, you probably worked it out. Definitely two thumbs and two paws up. We will be going back — but, hopefully, not too soon and not too often.
But, if you need a local vet, sure give them a try. You will not regret it.
This is the 3rd dramatic elephant rescue
by Sri Lankans in the last 5 months!
Yes, we have a lot of elephants and water ….
But …. Hhhmmm.
At least this time they didn’t use firecrackers to frighten the ‘poor’ pachyderm!
So we will go to great lengths to save an elephant, PLUS elephants are valuable and precious commodities whether domesticated or wild.
I am proud. We did good again.
Few things of note here.
The second thing to take away is that we are very fond of fireworks and will find any excuse to use them.
This story captures all of that in one neat package.
This is the 2nd dramatic elephant rescue
by Sri Lankans in the last 4 months!
Click pictures to ENLARGE.
This was at the ‘Wolfeboro Craft Fair’, at around 1:15pm, on Saturday, July 8, 2017 at the height of the quite powerful storm that rolled through. [That one picture, taken early on doesn’t tell the full story of the severity of that storm that lasted about 40 minutes.]
We were staying dry inside one of the three large tents when suddenly these two kids (in their late teens I reckon) burst in with two very soaked and pitifully bleating alpacas. It was quite dramatic and you could tell, immediately, that the alpacas were in distress. One flopped onto the ground the refused to budge. They were not happy.
Appears that the tent that they were under collapsed on top of the two alpacas which scared them no end — on top of the lightning, thunder and heavy rain. The ‘boy’ in charge (in the blue T-shirt in the above pictures) was ‘upset’ and doing his best to take good care of the alpacas and his drenched female helper. He was continually running out, into the storm, back to his mangled tent to retrieve sweatshirts for his companion, hay for the alpacas and towels.
He needed someone to hold onto the two alpacas while he rushed out and his helper was trying to get into her sweatshirt.
That is where I came in. He gave me very specific instructions that I must hold tight — hence why the reins are wrapped around my hand. They didn’t give me any trouble. Good as gold. They were scared. Reminded me of doctors in distress. Teischan took the three pictures of me with my Sony a6500. She did a good job.
When the rain abated they took them out and put them in a portable pen next to the collapsed tent. They were still soaked and not happy.
They took them home, to Belmont, in a trailer shortly after they managed to untangle and dismantle the tent. So, these two pictures are after the storm and you can see what happened to the tent. Despite the heavy winds and rain this was the only tent that collapsed. Others leaked, swayed and looked all set to get blown away but, in the end, stood their ground.