I whispered to myself, “I think it’s time for an intervention.” I couldn’t argue with that statement. It was indeed time to cleanse the soul and start new.
And because of that, starting on August 1st – I’m going on a social media sabbatical. No Facebook, No Twitter (which makes me jump up and down for joy … I try so hard but I can’t find myself loving Twitter), no Pinterest (sorry mom! I know you love Pinterest), no Google + and no blogging. I will return on September 1st, unless this causes me to turn into some form of a wild animal, roaming the woods naked and living on snails. It’s hard to tell. I can’t remember who we were before we had social media. We may have very well been climbing trees bare bottomed and wiping our asses with leaves. I’ll let you know what I find on the other side.
There’s been lots going on this summer. I’ve been raising baby mockingbirds.
Chuck Wee, seen in the video, is the oldest of my two baby mockingbirds. For ten days, he sported a bandaged leg in the hopes that his broken ankle would heal. His fracture did fuse together and he dodged an amputation He has finally ‘flown the coop’. When he started staying outside, he’d come in for four meals a day, then three, then two, then one… and then he was gone. Today marks a week since the last time Chuck Wee stopped by. In eight days, he’d completed his ‘soft release’ and was a real bird.
Then there is Axel, who we mostly call Wee Little or Baby Wee. He’s finally starting to spend time outside. A bird that seemed so incredibly healthy and possessed such a strong will to live from the moment I saw him. I agreed to take him in because I already had one and apparently mockingbirds are like potato chips, you just can’t have one.
A week in and I woke up one morning to find Wee Little paralyzed. I dug deep into my pigeon notes and found a disease that demonstrated many of the same symptoms. Two antibiotics and ten days later, our Baby Wee was back to his usual self. It was ugly, it was emotional, but it was worth it to see him pull through. He’s been spending his days this past week on our screened in porch. He seems to enjoy bird watching :)
This past Thursday, our tiny peninsula made national news. We are no strangers to hurricanes here, but tornadoes are something that is rarely experienced on the Shore. A mile north of my hometown of Cape Charles you’ll find Cherrystone Campground. We heard ambulance after ambulance scream by our work that cloudy morning and thought there must have been a really bad accident. We had no idea a tornado had ran an eight mile path coming from the Chesapeake Bay and almost making it to the Atlantic Ocean. There were 1,328 adults and children at the campground and 40 staff members working at the time.
The high school I graduated from was set up as a shelter for the campers. Word started trickling in that there were lots of dogs and several cats with the campers. My animal hospital loaded everything we could spare in my Blazer and we headed to the shelter. Over two hundred pounds of dog food, forty pounds of cat food, twenty pounds of litter and bowls. After we unloaded our donation we offered to speak to anyone who was concerned about their pets. I know nothing can change what happened to those people that morning, but I am so proud to see what our small community was able to pull together. The donations were pouring in. Local restaurants were donating hot meals. There were tables set up with clothes, toiletries, non-perishable foods, infant formula and baby food. Over and over again, campers reported how amazing the emergency response and local support had been.
This Saturday, we hosted a bake sale and raffle at our animal hospital to help raise funds and awareness for Shore WIldlife Rehab. This dynamic duo of Kathy Cummings and Gay Frazee care for the sick and injured wildlife of our area. We provide free medical care for the wildlife at our animal hospital, but the operation of wildlife rehabilitation is still costly. They receive a few donations here and there, but most of the money comes from their own pockets. I crossed my fingers and began organizing this small fundraising event. Gay began talking to local businesses and several of them donated gift certificates for raffle. The morning of the raffle we had a ton of baked goods and lots of beverages including coffee donated to us by Eastern Shore Coast Roasting Company. The event brought in $1559.50 + donated items! I still can’t believe it as I type out the sum. I was hoping to get at least a hundred dollars for my wildlife ladies, two or three hundred would have made me extremely happy. Two hours in the event and two more hours to go, Gay whispered to me, “I think we are over a thousand.” I was sure that I had made the discovery that Gay couldn’t count. There was no way our little event had brought in over a thousand, but it did. Here they are, Gay on your left and Kathy on your right.
I’m going to spend the next week getting some blog posts scheduledd to keep things lively on this site. Please don’t be offended when I don’t respond to comments. I promise to address each and every one of them when I return. They say most social media users spend 28 hours a month on those sites. I need that 28 hours back. I want to enjoy my summer. I want to get things accomplished. I’d like to finish writing Mosquito Fog at some point.
Farewell my blog followers, I’ll see you in September :)