wild animals
Animals the way nature intended it; explore the world of wild animals and the controversies surrounding domestication and hunting of feral beasts.
Ouch! Stinging Insects
Every summer I look forward to family gatherings, outdoor barbecues and fun by the pool. And every year without fail, wasps seem to get the impression that they’re invited to all of these outdoor functions. Not only am I frightened that the wasp may sting our precious Luna, but wasps pose a serious health risk to our families.
By glpestcontrol5 years ago in Petlife
Raging Bull and the Fence of Destiny
It was the summer break of my Junior year of High School. The sun burned hatefully above the grass and trees as they yellowed slightly from a short-term summer drought that was a nearly annual occurrence. The hay crop had been put up for this cutting. It was too hot to fish. It was too hot to sit in our Southwest Missouri home with no air conditioning. The water in the creek was too low and smelly for swimming. Wandering aimlessly about the farm and through the woods in and out of shade trees and tall grasses was the only solution to a seventeen-year-old boy who was out of gasoline and had nowhere to drive anyway. There was no breeze. The birds did not sing during the daytime, only the mosquitos, grasshoppers and flies buzzed around to fill the air with sound and annoyance. I sang to myself, loudly, in Gospel hymns and country songs to entertain myself. The rabbits and squirrels I encountered would scurry off a short way into the trees then turn and watch and listen with interest. I imagined that they were critiquing my musical ability. I was actually quite talented. I had several singing competition medals 1 and 1+ mostly. There was a 2 that lay on the trophy shelf instead of hanging next to the others. These summers on our little Missouri farm were my favorite thing. I worked hard and lots of hours with no ‘pay’ other than living in my parent’s home. I knew that I was working for their livelihood and my own inheritance. What I would inherit, someday, I would have the satisfaction of knowing I had earned, and I had wandered every inch of it. I knew every tree and shrub. I knew each cow and every wire stay on the fences. This was not some impersonal trust fund, this was my family’s life and sweat, blood and tears, laughter and labor. The cattle were quietly grazing the shady areas of the field along the treeline when I crossed the five-wire fence. At 75” inches tall and weighing more than a newborn calf, I was a big fella to crawl through a fence so I always had to climb over at a corner post. I was not only a singer but was active in football and powerlifting in my small school. Every now and then a calf would run with its tail lifted high, playing an impromptu game of catch with me. I was fast for my size and figured the sprinting practice was helpful, so I raced the young calves and then laughed when they inevitably outran me. I grew up on the farm. I had always been around livestock and never had a bull act aggressively. I ran and played with the calves and the cows lowed with concern for their young as they ran with me, a familiar, but not bovine, sight in the herd. Our red bull that had always been calm, ran past me, grazing my elbow. It wasn’t difficult to tell that he was not playing. Head down to the ground, he spun 180 degrees, kicking up dust with his hooves in the process, to face me. He pawed the ground angrily. I walked slowly, calmly, away from the cows, while keeping this unusually irritated bull in my field of view. I walked at an angle for quite some ways, making it across much of the field. I relaxed and began walking at a normal pace in the direction opposite the livestock. Then I heard thunder. I quickly glanced behind me, barely in time to sidestep the charging bull. He threw his head to try to butt me. I was in the middle of the field, with no safety in sight. I ran. I ran to the fence by the road. Perhaps as he ran past me and realigned trajectory I could get the gate opened. There would be no such luck today. He turned and charged directly behind me and, again, sidestepping him only put him between me and my escape. I turned and ran parallel to the barbed wire barrier. This distanced me from the gate, but I would have no time to unchain it anyway. I could taste my sweat and it dripped from my eyebrows into my eyes, blinding me. The bull wouldn’t give up. I was against the fence. My back was literally against a wall as was possible in a field. Again he charged. I had nowhere left to run. In desperation, I stepped forward and punched him in between his eyes. I take no joy in harming an animal, but I was amazed, and deeply impressed with myself when he fell to the ground and slid past me. The bull lay dazed, panting, blowing bull snot all over the ground. I ran to the gate and loosened the chain. The bull was back to his feet. I left the field and closed the gate. We sold that bull soon after. He charged my dad while we were working cattle. I told my dad of my incident and discovered that there is a soft spot in the head of a cow or bull that only takes a light impact to daze them. All of my teenage bravadoes melted away. I wasn’t super strong, nor was I some sort of natural martial artist. I was lucky.
By litningrod745 years ago in Petlife
Indian Star Tortoise
Indian Star Tortoise Exports from India to Sri Lanka have been illegal for many years, and illegal trade still exists. Star tortoises are very common in India, where they live in grassy deserts and in dense jungles. Tortoises are very common and cause severe plant losses.
By Alphonz Music5 years ago in Petlife
Beat The Bull
I work from home for an extremely excellent company, and that means I listen to a lot of music when I work. One of Vocal’s recent challenges was a short fiction about a raging bull, so in this I will include a scenario with my thoughts on bullfighting and similar “sports”. Killing animals for pleasure or fun is totally out of order in my opinion. If an animal, like say a fox, is threatening or killing domestic livestock it should be killed as humanely as possible , the same goes for all vermin.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Petlife
Natures Homeless Children
A brilliant hue of yellow streaked by my eye and I stopped to see what it was, realizing I'd never seen this before. The American Goldfinch. Truly, a beautiful bird. I watched it on a bush as I looked it up by color and size, amazed that it was just sitting there, its head bobbing around the way bird's heads tend to do. Then the thought hit me, what was it doing there? I have been around these parts for many years and never before have I seen one of these feather-covered creatures. The American Goldfinch does migrate for short distances, usually summering further north than West Central Illinois.
By Jason Morton5 years ago in Petlife
White-tailed eagle
Most people have heard of the golden eagle, and would probably regard it as the king of Britain’s birds of prey, but less well-known is the even larger white-tailed eagle (Haliaeetus albicilla). With a length of up to 90 centimetres (35 inches) and a wingspan of 240 centimetres (94 inches) it is even larger than the bald eagle of North America. Female birds are larger than males.
By John Welford5 years ago in Petlife
Breaking the Reputation
There are so many different hobbies all around the world. I love learning new things and experiencing things through the eyes of someone else. I have many hobbies, but the hobby that means the most is wolf and wolf-dog advocacy. Wolves get a pretty bad reputation in general due to the lack of information provided, even though wildlife conservationists have been diligent about stopping the bias. One of the most important parts of my life and these animals lives. Wolf dogs are very controversial and even illegal in some states in the U.S. including some countries around the world. I think if I were to pass up an opportunity to advocate for these animals to any audience, it would go against the point of advocacy. Wolves played a major role in the creation of wolf dogs, but they are different animals.
By Amanda Grace5 years ago in Petlife
Dolphins
There are a few types of dolphins that can be kept at sporting offices like SeaWorld, otherwise called dolphins. The most widely recognized kind of dolphin in bondage is the bottlenose dolphin [60], and there are likewise dangerous whales in imprisonment. Dolphins are included for nothing in books, motion pictures, and film series.
By Sita Dahal5 years ago in Petlife
A Fawn Named June
A Baby Named June We woke up at sunrise on June 1st, and carried our coffee out to the back porch, ready to settle into our chairs and enjoy that special time of day. I find dawn and dusk to be so magical, and our remote property often gifts us with glimpses of wildlife
By Shell St. James5 years ago in Petlife
