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My artistic talent
surfaced while still in
my teens. Since
Youth Said It – Crickett, the extraordinary cat 28
graduating from Visual
Communications, ACAD Obsolete – cari-creatures by Sean Skerry 28
in Calgary, my career has
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Departments
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began using leaves as my medium. As a result, I
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name for my graphic design business. I continue
to create personal commissioned mandala
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LETTERS
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My name is Jon Izma, and I two hours four Monday evenings for
have picked up and enjoyed your instance?
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Last October, a friend of mine, shopping in Strathmore and the
named Jackie Szalkai from creaturesall magazines had not yet
Tilsonbourg, Ontario passed away arrived at Co-op or IGA so I hope
from the results of a car accident. they will still stock them there as
Jackie was 27, a farm girl at heart they did before. I have friends and
and a fantastic wildlife artist and relatives waiting for a copy. I also
pet lover. have a friend who wants to
I picked up your magazine not subscribe and is waiting for her
long after, and immediately realized copy. Keep up the amazing work.
what a great tribute it would be to Cathy Woiwod
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&
Tim
t has often been said that a rescued dog is a grateful dog and
Sue
from the neighbours that a dog couldn’t possibly bother
them. It would protect us and teach the kids responsibility.
They definitely know which buttons to push and which buzz
words to use, and the day I decided a dog might be okay was
the day they came home from school telling a tale of woe.
A dog resembling a little Red Fox, whose coat was falling
out and who was so pathetically thin that it might have to be
put down was apparently, free to a good home. It was an
adult dog, so it would not need house training. Anyway, it was
only little, so could we please have them? “When,” I asked,
“did ‘it’ become ‘them’, and just how many dogs were there?”
Charlie
Gradually I was told the full story. At school that day an
R.S.P.C.A officer (the British counterpart of the Canadian
S.P.C.A.) gave a talk on general pet care and followed that
with a slide presentation of poor pet care. Amongst the latter
by Vicki Chatham
was the rescue case that had captured my childrens’
attention.
They followed through with the clarity of childhood logic. There were three of them and there were three little dogs.
The little was heavily stressed. They would be responsible (there’s that sneaky, impressing-a-parent buzzword again) for
one dog each, so they wouldn’t argue over whose turn it was to feed and walk a single dog. I would hardly know there
was a dog in the house unless we were robbed, in which case I would be truly grateful that we had them to protect us!
This was how we came to acquire our Heinz 57 pack of Sue (the tailless Red Fox), Tim (whose coat was falling out
from mange) and Charlie (the thin one). We decided that Sue was mostly a mixture of smooth coated Fox Terrier and
Jack Russell. Tim could have been a mix of almost anything, but his legs, feet and black and tan colouring hinted at smooth
coated Dachshund somewhere in his lineage. For all the character Sue and Tim exhibited, Charlie appeared to have none.
He was the most pathetic sight with a sparse, dirty coat through which you could see every bone in his body. He had
no muscle in his hindquarters, so his tail and hind legs seemed to be tucked under his rib cage and he hauled himself
around on his front legs. With advice from our R.S.P.C.A officer, Charlie was put on a puppy food diet and fed every four
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hours. He also needed physiotherapy missed, bearing a complete roast behind us before we could continue
to get all four limbs mobile and begin chicken. We wrestled it away from through a second gate. By this time we
to build muscle. He so enjoyed this her, but none of us had the nerve to go could hear Tim in full voice. The man-
process that he continued the knocking on neighbours’ doors to see ager asked us to wait by the gate while
exercises at odd intervals throughout if anyone had missed their Sunday he opened Tim’s pen. Tim practically
his life, with or without human lunch. The spoils supplemented the tore his claws out while the gate was
assistance. After a few weeks he began dogs’ dinners for a whole week. being opened and took off like a rocket,
to fill out and, once he leaping at me from ten
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by Helen Willy
e are regularly reminded in various publications asked them what they thought they were doing, they
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WAGGING TALES
stories from a veterinarian’s clinic
by Dr. Richard Weger, B.Sc., DVM
nd it came to pass that a The next to vocalize his thoughts was “Iggy the
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CREATURE FEATURE
staying happy & healthy at the zoo
by Kathleen Hewitt
nvironmental enrichment helps On one enrichment day last year, potatoes and onions are buried in the
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TAKING DOWN THE FENCES
once in a lifetime
by Dianne Wittner
ou never know how a tiny thing documented. When news of her them detect their quarry. Those
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Sil ly
G oo se!!
by Elisabeth Dowson
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in the film, as a companion for larger pen became available, we yard, but they were separated by a tall
Guinevere. She had resorted to having moved Randall in with the Rouen hedge of caragana and another mesh
conversations with her reflection in ducks. fence. When I had finished bedding
our basement windows, or with her In his new habitat, Randall down the ducklings, I went back to the
honking echo across the coulee, so we seemed to believe he was meant to Rouen pen and filled the large bathing
hoped young Randall would bring shepherd these domesticated Mallard tubs so Randall could distract himself
some much-needed companionship cousins, now an endangered heritage with a bath.
into her life. They enjoyed two years waterfowl breed. About a week later, I The next morning, I took photos
together before Guinevere passed noticed that two female Rouens were of the ducklings and noticed one had a
away at the age of eight, leaving brooding eggs in nests they had built wry neck. It seemed otherwise
Randall a lonely gander without a side by side and lined with thistle healthy, so I left it with the flock. On
cause. down and feathers. I had little expecta- the following day, I awoke to the
Randall had become very tion for a live hatch in late summer, sounds of a mother duck in distress. I
protective as Guinevere aged, but he but allowed the girls their privacy. The ran to the nursing pen. The mesh door
became utterly hostile after she died. two nests were well hidden beneath had been pushed aside and one of the
Wiser from wounds to fingers, shins, tall grass and thistles. The rest of the six ducklings was missing. From the
thighs and other vulnerable body parts flock was happy, and Randall was Rouen pen on the other side of the
that are within reach when one bends more content than we had ever seen hedge and fence, I could hear Randall
over, I learned to hold Randall by his him. We lost track of the passing days. cooing in soft peeps. Closing the door,
bill at arm’s length while I poured On the evening of August 21st as I I hurried to the other pen.
water and feed with the other hand. If picked up the hose in the Rouen pen to There was Randall, the “Rambo”
he got a purchase on flesh, his serrated change the ducks’ water, I saw Randall of ganders, towering over his tiny
bill – meant for sifting nutrients from escorting one duck with unusual charge and gently herding the escaped
silt in water – could tear skin. His grip urgency, looking back over his duckling into the shadows of grass and
left deep bruises and, given the oppor- shoulder at me. Then I saw the six weeds. When I picked her up, I
tunity, he could bring his powerful dark little balls of fluff scampering realised it was the duckling with the
wings together in front of him with ahead of the gander and duck as fast wry neck. She seemed otherwise
enough force to break bones. as their tiny new legs could take them. unharmed. We’ll never know whether
Randall’s pen intersected the mother reject-
with two sheep pens, and the ed the duckling due
sheep were inclined to rest in to its malformation
those corners for their group and chased it
cud-chewing sessions. We through the fence,
frequently saw Randall lying or whether the
beside them in his pen and duckling had bond-
thought he was simply basking ed to her great
in their sublime company. One white “Uncle
day, I happened to see him Randall” instead of
gently tugging bits of hay and her mother, but for
wood shavings from their now she is safe
fleeces. The sheep changed indoors. Our vet
positions occasionally so c o n f i r m e d
Randall could groom their other sides. Congenital (present at birth) Muscular
They eventually pressed their faces “DUCKLINGS!” I shouted to my Torticollis. It is a condition that occurs
against the fence so Randall could husband. “We have ducklings!” in other creatures, including humans.
preen their woolly foreheads. While my husband restrained The vigorous little duckling is
When we had to separate our ram Randall, I gathered the ducklings and healthy and growing so fast she was
Potter from the ewes in preparation their mother and transferred them to three times her hatch size after just
for spring lambing, we thought Randall our nursing pen for the little ones’ ten days. She cannot comprehend the
might enjoy being right in the ram pen protection. Intelligent, intimidating long and complex series of events that
with Potter. He chased Randall for a ravens and crows were always waiting have unfolded over the past three
while until he realised he was alienat- to snatch an unguarded egg, and they years to ensure that Randall was wait-
ing his resident groom. By the end of would have no reservations about ing to protect her on the morning she
day one, the two fellows had bonded. taking a live breakfast. Randall became separated from her family.
Randall loved the lamb rations and hay frantically paced the fence trying to Her unlikely hero has earned a special
as much as the sheep did. When a join his beloved babies in the next place in our hearts. ca
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vb
Virginia Boulay
fine artist and illustrator
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by Cyril Brass
C AU T I O N
further off the trail. The endangered wildlife do not
Squirrel Monkeys travel in become extinct. ca
mid-size groups, so when you
see one or two, you are sure to Cyril Brass is a Wildlife and
SQUIRREL MONKEY
see more near by. Sports Photographer
Then I hear some rustling living in Calgary.
E N DA N G E R E D
in the trees above. Looking up, www.cyrilbrass.com
I see a pair of dark eyes staring cyril@brassphotography.com
back at me. Curious yet 403-999-1908
WHERE TO Spring and Summer Conservation Education Programs
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SPACES and SPECIES
the prairie phantom
by Tara Worobetz, Conservation Coordinator
urious by nature, Swift Fox (Vulpes velox) are Swift Foxes could be found all across the grassland
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BOOST A YOUNG READER
Enbridge
CR008PA-AFF
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CROSS PATHS
encounters with spring
by Catriona Laird
n January, I began my journey these little mammals, building new muskrat! How did he get here I had to
page23
A Tale of Two
ave you ever solicited the services of a first-class they’d done many times before. The car was nothing special,
page24
Critters by Shelly Campbell
nce a year, every September long week- Don’t get me wrong. We don’t start out with fiendish
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IN PASSING
celebrating the lives of animal friends
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THE GARDENING BUG
swamp serenade
by Elaine Rude
hen my brother and I were the volume rivals any teenager’s tiny 7-12 mm frogs over the next two
page27
YOUTH SAID IT
Crickett, the extraordinary cat
have a cat named Crickett. She by Spencer W.
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THE FINAL WORD
porcupine alley
by Gordon Otto
A few steps wide, and straight for the most part, it is a world of its own through the trees.
Not as wide as a seismic line, it affords a view from our “lakefront” property the quarter of a mile to the water.
And all along it, every step, is life of some kind.
Busy dragonflies... majestic deer... seldom seen porcupine.
They all live along this forest avenue.
Imagine a narrow street, with apartment blocks on both sides, stretching a long city block to a freeway.
Now imagine the pavement is a speargrass carpet,
the apartments are spruce and poplar, and the freeway is a big, blue lake.
And just as people cross back and forth along that avenue, butterflies and crows cross our Porcupine Alley.
Just as clotheslines flutter from those apartments, the leaves and branches wave in the breeze along our path.
The dragonflies buzz constantly. Dashing here and there. Little rest for a dragonfly.
The deer pass elegantly. Slowly. Content simply to be. Mother and fawn.
At home in the neighbourhood.
The porcupine emerges. Momentarily. Big as a small bear. You gasp... and gulp... and smile.
The moment passes. The porcupine goes back “inside”.
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