injured animal


Another post about: You guessed it, SAND.

This is Drako. He’s around nine years old and spent all of those years on sand and most of that time without a UVB bulb. -If not all of it. Sarah got a call late last night about this guy. He was unresponsive and pretty much dead. She gave them instructions and care tips to provide at that moment and then arranged to pick him up this morning. She doesn’t expect him to make it because of the large mass of sand that has torn into his stomach lining or intestines…

"Drako’s intestines were filled with clumps of sand and partially digested food and because of the clumps, he felt "full" so he stopped eating. Eventually, his body attempted to pass the clumps and when he did, the clumps ruptured his insides. He passed a blood clot last night and then continued bleeding internally." - Sarah / click to read more

He’s over 9yrs old. This problem didn’t show itself until now. It accumulated, slowly, in all that time to finally become deadly. So when people say “I’ve had my dragon on sand for X amount of years and he’s been fine!" look at what can happen in a week, month, year. We aren’t disrespecting your care or shaming you. We are trying to educate and help prevent suffering like this. Please put your animals’ safety before your pride. <3

A humpback whale sporting an accentuated curved back, spotted Monday off  Port Allen, wasn’t necessarily hit by a vessel, according to an official at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

“We don’t know for sure, any number of things could’ve happened,” NOAA marine mammal response coordinator David Schofield said. “It could be scoliosis, which is any curvature on the back.”

Schofield, however, didn’t discard a vessel collision, saying the animal could have been hit in an early stage, and then got an infection that caused the scoliosis.

Humpback whales are usually dark gray or black, with white spots and patches. The whale spotted by flight instructor Gerry Charlebois had a much different color pattern.

“The white coloration with the dark patches, and the whale lice on the patches, is definitely a sign of not being healthy,” said Schofield, adding that the whale could have swam all the way from Alaska even if it was already sick.

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Today me and my mum rescued this little hedgehog that has just been found at the bottom of our front garden shaking and shivering. It looks as though it could have been injured with a hedge trimmer or any other kind of gardening tool. 

THIS IS NOT RARE!!!!!!!!!!!!


I’ve called the hedgehog Conker and me and my mum have given it some food and water and we have put it in a box to protect it. We have also called the RSPCA and they are coming to pick it up and take it to the vets soon. Unfortunately it might have to be put down due to this kind of injury, that is one of the reasons why I have decided to name it. The name Conker is based off the fact that conkers have spikes. Names also give someone importance and I believe that every animal is important and deserves a good quality of life.





This is my companion, Chevy. Before I get to the point of this post, let me tell you his story.

Chevy came from a line of well-bred Labradors. Apparently his parents had been in commercials and such, so his line was very well known, established and perfect, the stereo-typical breeders right? Unfortunately, Chevy was born with a birth defect, he had no tail. His breeders wouldn’t sell him because of their reputation and were going to put him down. Before they could, a family stepped in and pleaded to let his breeders adopt him out, and thankfully they agreed. Sadly, Chevy’s struggles didn’t end there. His new owners were not prepared for a dog, and took to locking him in their basement cellar for 8 hours a day, neglecting him from any attention and instead over feeding him treats when he wanted attention, didn’t train him or walk him ever, basically keeping him confined to his cage and always in the dark.(We would later figure out this treatment caused severe problems: from him being too terrified of the cage we got him to him desperate for any kind of attention and having many behavioral problems.) The family decided they didn’t want him anymore and were either going to put him down or give him away to anyone for free. Luckily for Chevy, my family and I were able to rescue him and he now lives in a loving home with me.

This is the problem: while at the dog park one day, a man who’s dog was playing with Chevy came over to try to get them to stop playing. For whatever reason, instead of just calling his dog or Chevy over, he came over and sat on Chevy. Just sat right on his back and crushed him underneath his weight. The man took his dog and left just like that before anyone could say anything to him and I’ve never seen him since. Because of what he did to my friend, poor Chevy now has leg problems; he walks around limping and we can’t take him to the park or on walks anymore out of fear he gets even worse. We took him to the vet and she said he had a problem with his crucial leg ligament and that he would need surgery or would be stuck like this in pain for the rest of his life.

Surgery costs around $3 000. We are unable to afford that. Now my mom is thinking of giving him up so we “don’t have to deal with his problems.” Chevy is my best friend. We saved each other. I cannot allow anyone to take him away and have me give him up, I don’t want that to have to happen to him again. He is my family, he finally has a home with people who love him and care about him and treat him right, he doesn’t deserve that.

I know this is a lot to ask for and I’m so sorry I have to, but if anyone could donate anything to help pay for his surgery, it would mean so much to both Chevy and I. His life has been full of pain and I just want to love him and make him happy. Anything would help, even one dollar, and even just spreading this post around. There is a button on my blog you can click on and donate from there, or here is a link. It’s via paypal and I’m not too good with these kinds of things, so my paypal email is if you would also like to do it that way.

Again I am so sorry to be asking this, but it’s the only thing I can do for him. Thank you so so so much for anything you can do to help. I hope Chevy gets better soon.

Animal Lovers: please help!

On a not-so-busy street in northeast Ohio, a beautiful pitbull named Cube got hit by a car.

Her owners took her and put her in their shed and left her to die.

Luckily, Cube has neighbors who love animals. One witnessed the tragedy and, together with another neighbor, did whatever they could to get Cube the help she needs. My friend called the police, called animal control, spent agonizing hours before the injured dog’s owner finally agreed to give up custody of her and allow her to get medical attention.

Cube is currently in the care of the great veterinarians at Stow-Kent animal hospital. They are estimating at least $2000 for the surgery for her broken pelvis. She may have to have other surgeries for previous injuries as well.

If there is anyone who wants to give this beautiful dog a forever home, please let me know, and I will put you in touch with my friend who rescued her.

And if anyone has any spare money they’re willing to donate towards Cube’s veterinary care: anything you’re willing to give would be very much appreciated, even a couple dollars would help.

Thank you, friends.


And now for something not completely different! Took some photos of Flourbum today. She makes some perdy portrait shots. :3 She also wouldn’t sit still for whole body shots, so they all ended up looking like creepy paranormal blur-face ghost images.

Anywho, she’s on the mend! She’s getting used to being inside, and gets very excited when I get home from work and let her out. I’ll try to capture it on video one of these days (and I hope I can find my actual CAMERA, instead of my phone, which takes crappy videos). She always has this huge burst of energy and HAS TO STRETCH AND FLY AROUND AND CRAP, so she turns into a white flapping ball of floof and happiness and it’s just adorable.

Lil Bit was turned into the shelter, injured and neglected.  We were called to save her from being put down.  We plan to treat her numerous problems and eventually adopt her out to the loving home she deserves!

is about 1-1 1/2 years old.  She weighs 2.1 lbs.  She is unspayed and, unfortunately heartworm positive.

Both her front legs were broken and have healed untreated,  They are close to useless.  On a good note, she does have feeling in her toes.

Her journey with us will be long and expensive!  She needs to be treated for heartworms, spayed and see a specialist to see how her front legs can be repaired.

Lil Bit is a happy, loving girl in spite of all the cards stacked against her!  Her courage is inspiring!  Any amount donated will go directly to her vet bills and after care.  Please help her, any amount is appreciated!

Please donate to help save this little chihuahuas life and if you cant donate please reblog this to spread it around to raise money for her treatments.

Watch on

A rhesus macaque (Macaca mulatta) roughly handles another macaque who has been knocked unconscious. The injured macaque was electrocuted while walking on power lines above the tracks. We can see the male repeatedly bite, shake, and even dunk, his immobile cohort. It would be interesting to know if this troop of macaques has previously witnessed electrocution events - and thus have knowledge about reviving a victim. Also, did you notice the bystander monkey who does not engage or assist in the reviving efforts?  It makes me wonder about the relationship between the actor and injured rhesus. The role of prior knowledge vs genetic relatedness vs social relationship…
There is so much to learn about empathy in Ethology.

I got home late tonight, and I had about an hour before sunset.

So I grabbed my short board, and walked out to the tiny waves in front of my house (that’s how low the tide was).

When I finally had to get on my board and paddle, I noticed something floating in the water ahead of me.

At first I thought it was just a piece of trash. But as I got closer, I realized it was a black and white bird, one that I had never seen in San Francisco.

Something was odd about it though. As I paddled closer, the bird didn’t try to move away. It was also alone in the water, not fishing or swimming, just floating along at the whim of the waves.

I paddled past the bird to the outside and tried surfing a bit. I mostly just somersaulted and fell backwards, but who cares? It’s nice to get into the water after work, even if you swallow some water and don’t stand up once. The sunset shone bright red in the distance, and I watched a seal flip and play in a crashing wave.

After almost an hour, I walked back in the knee-deep shore break, feeling refreshed after a long day at work.

And then my heart sunk.

There was that bird again.

This time, he wasn’t in the water.

This time, he was on the shore, where the sand was still wet from the tide.

This time, he wasn’t alone.

Seagulls surrounded him.

They weren’t pecking him, just watching and waiting.

I shivered when I imagined that pretty, lonely bird being devoured alive by those gulls.

I walked over to the bird and the seagulls flew away, but not far away. They landed close by.

I stood there over the bird. Something was wrong with him. He looked up at me, but he didn’t even try to move away.

I put my surfboard down on the ground and kneeled over him. I knew I should probably just leave him there. Leave well enough alone. Nature is nature, and there is nothing you can do to change it, so just get up, and go on with your life. I had a pizza to make anyway.

So I walked away but slowly, as if something was pulling me back towards it. I turned around one more time to check on him. The seagulls were back, and they were closer to him than they were before.

Perhaps it was all those Disney movies I watched as a kid. Maybe I was guilty of projecting my human emotions on that bird. But I’ve heard about dolphins saving drowning swimmers. If it was a person, you would do something right?

Is it possible that my sadness wasn’t a projection, that I was actually in the presence of something that needed saving?

I walked back to the bird.

I decided to pet him and see how he reacted. If he tried to peck me, then I would leave him, but if all went well, I could take the next step and try to pick him up.

My hand was trembling at first, and when he turned his head, I snapped it back a bit as if the bird was a snake.

But when the bird didn’t stab me with his beak, when he just lay there while I pet him, I knew I was fucked. I was going to have to figure out how to take this bird home, because we were buds now.

I put my hands gently around his wings. His belly felt soft under my fingertips. He didn’t mind being carried, except that his legs paddled below him, as if he were swimming through the air.

I looked over at my surfboard as I held the bird.

I didn’t want to leave it behind, but now I was in too deep. My surf session had turned into a rescue mission, and so I had to trust in humanity and hope that no one would steal my board.  

Besides the occasional struggle, the bird was docile all the way to my house. I brought him into my garage and placed him onto the floor. He stood up, waddled a foot or two forward like a penguin, and then fell back on his belly. I placed a blanket into the top of a cat carrier and put the bird inside.

I called animal control, and they sent a guy out.

I let him inside and he shone his flashlight on the bird.

“Ah, it’s a Murre,” said the officer.

“A Murre?”

“Yeah, they’ve been getting sick and dying, no one is really sure why.” He picked the bird up with one hand, and it struggled a little under his grasp.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he said. “Yeah, if he survives the night, he will go to an animal reserve. It doesn’t look like his wing is broken, because he is moving it around, so I think he has a chance.”


I have no idea if he made it or not. I don’t know if that animal reserve line is just what rangers tell wide-eyed good Samaritans.  But meeting that bird, perhaps at the end of his life, or maybe at the beginning of his second wind, filled up a hole inside me, a hole I kind of forgot was even there.

The truth of it is I needed that bird as much as he needed me.

 Of course he only needed me in that moment, to save him from the seagulls. But me, I needed him to fulfill something much deeper and older.

Our lives used to be so much more intertwined with nature. You didn’t buy thin slices of meat made up of a bunch of different animals in a plastic bag. You went out and hunted, creating an intimate bond between you and your environment. When an animal population declined, you didn’t read about it on the Internet and think, ‘oh that’s so sad.’ You moved to another area because your lively hood depended on that now dead population.

I think we crave that interaction that we lost. We evolved with wild animals until very recently, and now you can’t even feed the birds without someone telling you to stop. I think it is easy to feel like animals hate us for this disconnection, but at least in my experience, it is that guilt that is the projection, a sign that we are longing for an intimate connection to the animals around us.

I’m not saying we should save every pigeon we see on the street or burn down the factories that process our meat. I also don’t think that intervening in natures flow is always the right thing to do.

But I do think we have created many barriers between ourselves and the natural world, and sometimes, shit isn’t so complicated.

Sometimes someone just needs help, maybe the savior as much as the wounded.






Canary’s tail still isn’t looking any *worse*, at least. Some of the streaking away from the wound has improved.  And he’s feeling OK enough to still be very enthusiastic about food. He’s been bottom-sitting some, but so would I with that kind of injury. :(

I am still watching very carefully in case he ends up needing some medicated food. Don’t want to jump the gun and overdo the antibiotics, especially the main type I have available that pulled him through when I really thought he was a goner. (And I had forgotten that it’s coming up on a year since then.)

For now, here’s hoping extra-clean water and the antiseptic treatment will do the trick. *crossing fingers* The green color in these photos is mostly from the meds in the water.

Besides just being a cool fish in general, he is also the last remaining of our five mystery babies that hatched out when I moved some plants to a different tank. (Hadn’t even seen their parents spawning, so yeah. Sudden fry in another tank were actually confusing at first!)

ETA: And I still have absolutely no clue how that might have happened to his poor tail.