Kloof was rescued from Wal-Mart on 10-16-14. 
He was unable to swim steady, and often floated to the top of the tank or would turn on his back and lay on the bottom. Also his scales where odd looking. 
He was kept in a bowl for several weeks while being treated and slowly get better. 
Later, he was moved to a tank with baby guppies where he lived for the rest of his life. 
Named after a dog from The Brotherband Chronicles by John Flanagan, Kloof never fully recovered and passed away on 12-20-14. 
I look forward to seeing him in Heaven, where he will be swimming in the crystal clear water and be completely healed.


Wild, bloody and terrified - these were the best words to describe Commando when I first saw him. 
It was 10-23-14 when Karen M. brought him to us. 
He was a young, game-type rooster who's face was badly beaten in a fight by other males. 
His head was covered in dried blood, his eyes stuck shut, the base of his comb tore and his earlobes swollen. He was also missing some feathers from his neck and had small scratches on parts of his body. After cleaning his face, he was put into a small carrier. The first two days he ate little food. After he perked up, he was moved to a outside pen. 

On 10-28-14, I cut open one of his earlobes, which was still several times the normal size. Inside was congealed blood that had been unable to drain. After cleaning it out, it was left open to heal. 
It did not take long before he was well, and was then free to roam the yard where he choose during the day.

Later, his head started smelling like canker but I was unable to find it and the smell eventually disappeared.
A week or so ago, he was introduced to the other chickens. 
Although it will take a while before they accept him into their flock, he is making steady progress.

Named after the Howling Commandos from Captain America: The Winter Solider and the feared mob from Meerkat Manor, Commando is a very independent rooster. 
He was hatched earlier this year and is from the same flock as Little Hawk
I have scared him be accident a few times and it takes several days before he will let me get around him again. 
He is talkative, intelligent, and seems to understand most of what I say. 
He is also very handsome, flighty and fast, and does not like other chickens or ducks.
He spends most of his time alone.


On the cold evening of 11-14-14, we met Piglet.
My mother brought her inside after rescuing her from Swifty the cat.
The little vole was shivering and not moving much, and was wounded on her side and above her ear. We quickly put her on a heating pad to warm her up. 
Once she started moving around, she was given water to drink and moved from a box to a Kritter Keeper. 
After her wounds were healed, she was moved to a large plastic tub, where she currently lives.
On the night of 12-1-14, she escaped while I was taking pictures of her. 
After searching the room, I found her under a lamp stand beside my bed. 
Thinking that the bottom was completely hollow, I set it back down over her to keep her in one place while I moved the bed. 
Once I could reach everything better, I picked the lamp stand up, but not all of the bottom was hollow. 
Piglet had gotten crushed under it. 
When I picked up her twisted body, she was breathing very rapidly, had peed on herself, and lay in a non-natural position. 
I knew that only Jesus could save her and I begged Him to. 
And He did! 
It was not long before she started moving around, and by the next day, she was as good as new. 
She is called Piglet because she is tiny and makes grunt-like squeaks when she wants to be left alone. If her warning is ignored, she will bite. She eats a lot for her size. 
Food includes: hamster food, vegetarian dog food, lettuce, baby rice cereal and pecans.
She chews any plastic that she can get her paws on, even though she has other things to chew, including sticks. 
She washes her face about a million miles per hour, it seems. 
And everything she does is fast.

We will keep her until she can be released in the upcoming spring. 
Some people kill voles because they sometimes did tunnels through yards, but they are innocent and special like all of God's animals. They should be loved and respected, not hated. 


This is Cendy the centipede, who was found on 12-3-14. 
She was on the floor of the bathroom at our local park, and was curling herself upwards. 
It is thought that she had crawled through soap or something toxic. 
After catching her, she was rinsed off and we brought her home with us. 
She lay unmoving that night, but by the next day she was crawling around. 
That night, when she seemed as good as new, I released her outdoors beside a pile of logs and brush.
Cendy , like all wild animals, deserves to live free.

Lady Sky

This is Lady Sky, who is also know as Turkey Lurkey and The White Reaper.

She is a Broad Breasted White Turkey and currently weights 22 lbs. 

On 3-13-14, we bought her at the Ace Hardware store for a companion for Sir William. At the store, the other poults were pecking her snood and once it started bleeding, they would not stop. That is how I picked her out of twenty or so adorable, little fuzzy chicks. 

After we brought her home, she lived in a box with Sir William, Mary Ann the Amberlink and Ginger the Golden Comet. 
They were around a week older then Sky, but got along fine. 
They quickly grew and were moved from the box to an outside pen. 
Once they were big enough that they were safe from red-shouldered hawks, they were free to roam the yard during the day.

Sky and Will were never far apart.
They snuggled together, roamed the yard together and talked to each other.
Will was beginning to strut and had not yet learned to gobble, when a mysterious sickness overtook him. 
The next day, on 6-13-14, he died.

After Sir William's sudden and tragic death, she spent most of her time with her chicken sister, Mary Ann and Ginger. 
Some people are afraid of her, but she is a gentle giant. 
She loves to sit on my lap or beside me while being petted, sometimes falling asleep. 
She is very talkative and makes many different sounds, including clucks, chirps and coos. 
She also screams when she sees food that she really wants and sometimes wines like a dog when she wants out.

She dislikes anyone who does not give her the respect that she deserves, including Commando.

When she gets angry, she puffs up her feathers and her head turns white or red.
Her best friend is Squash, a one-eyed rooster who, after surviving an owl attack, was bullied by the other chickens.
One of her eyes is half light blue and half brown.
Sky fallows us around the yard, comes inside the house every chance that she gets,  and tries to help with everything.
She is a very funny bird. 
When we dig new potatoes, she sits down in the hole and takes a dirt bath. 
I tought her to pick up rags that fall when we are hanging clothes on the line to dry. 
If she does not get her treat quick enough, she shakes the rag like crazy. 
When my dad is mowing, she will run right in front of the moving lawnmower to catch a bug, with no apparent regusrd for her own safety. 
She does not like roosting beside black hens for some strange reason. 
She loves food and tries to eat almost anything she sees, and will trample anyone who gets in her way.

She gets grumpy when she has to stay in the chicken pen and starts picking on the top-ranking chickens.

Although turkeys make great friends and companion animals, most people don't keep them for that reason. 
If some other person had of bought her, she would most likely have been killed to be eaten. 
It is very sickening and heartbreaking to know that more than 45 million turkeys are killed each year at Thanksgiving and more than 22 million die at Christmas, each one just as speicle as Sky. 
The only reason being to taste their decomposing flesh. 
If every person knew turkeys as well as we know Sky, then they would look upon eating them with as much discuss as most currently do eating cats and dogs.

Click here for more pictures of her.


This is my mother's cat. 
On 11-26-13, in the New Leaf parking lot, Swifty found us.
It was a cold and rainy day, and we were heading towards the car when we heard someone meowing. One of my sisters spotted the black and white cat hiding under a truck. 
He walked right up to us when we neared him and never tried to get away. 
He was skinny and one of his ears was scratched. 
Once we got into the car, he eat all the bread and cheese puffs that we gave him. 
We took him into Sam's Club store, hiding him under my jacket. 
Although he never complained, his long tail kept hanging out and my sisters had to warn me when people came near. 
We brought him home and tried to find his family by posting him on Craigslist and hanging up a flyer in New Leaf, but with no success. 
He had no microchip or collar, nor was he neutered. 
We know that he was under a year of age because he still had at least one baby tooth. 
We named him Swifty after Swiftpaw, the ThunderClan apprentice from the Warriors books.

On 1-27-14, we took him to the vet to have him neutered.
 Now, although he is unable to contribute to the growing number of unwanted cats who are killed in shelters every day, his personally has not changed in the least.

On 5-22-14, he was bitten by an unknown venomous snake, which caused his paw and leg to swell to many times it's normal size. 
As soon as we saw that he was bitten, we wrapped charcoal around his paw with gauze. 
Several days later he was as good as new.  
He has learned a lesson and is now afraid of most snakes. 

He often visited the neighbor's cat, Slinky also known by us as Lynx, until she and her family moved.

He is very active and playful, chasing almost anything that moves including chickens.
We have had to rescue lizards, insects, a couple little snakes, a mole and Piglet the vole from him before. 
He has lost his collar (with a tag and bell) many times. 
He is somewhat picky, but loves bread.

My mother loves him very much.