The Healing Path - Fellow Mortals Wildlife Hospital



The Healing Path - Fellow Mortals Wildlife Hospital
“In healing, we are healed”®
“…I’m tr ul y sor r y mans’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union
and jus tif ies t hat ill opinion t hat makes t hee s t ar tle, at me, t hy poor
ear t h bor n companion, an’ fellow mor t al ....” Rober t Bur ns, 1785
The Healing Path
It takes courage
for a person to make the leap from caring to
acting on their compassion and there can be a
surprising amount of effort and emotion involved
to get just one little bird back into its nest, or to
pick up an orphaned squirrel and drive for an
hour or more to find help. Every year, thousands
of people experience finding an injured or
orphaned wild animal for the first time. More
and more of them are making the effort to give
that animal a real second chance by bringing it to
a wildlife rehabilitator for care.
Wild animals are different from our pets.
They are kin to earth and sky, not home and
hearth. We want to connect with them, but their
strange and elusive nature prevents us from
approaching closely enough to interact and so our
encounters are always fleeting and leave us
wanting more without knowing how to achieve it.
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When a wild thing is injured, it is helpless –
sometimes only for the few seconds after it hits a
window – but whatever the reason for the wild
thing staying near us, we are drawn to complete
the connection that has been denied until this
moment. And it is a bittersweet realization that,
once we can touch the wild thing, we wish it had
never been possible. And the realization that
follows is that we must find a way to put it back
where it belongs.
I am amazed and struck with wonder and
with hope when I think about what it takes,
emotionally and intellectually, for a human to
engage with a wild thing in defiance of the
boundary that so normally divides us.
Before I take the injured dove out of the box,
before I even know there is an injured dove, a
human must become aware of the bird and, once
aware, must care enough to notice that
something is wrong in the dove’s world and must
decide to try and make it right. This deceptively
simple line of reasoning belies a great truth about
our humanity – we are capable of indiscriminate
caring and compassion and using them will never
use them up.
“The Healing Path” is physically represented
at Fellow Mortals by the stone steps which lead
people bringing animals into the hospital, but the
real “Healing Path” is the emotional and
intellectual journey that allows us to cherish and
respect wild things without trying to own them,
or control them, and at the end of this path is the
understanding that a cage should never be
anything but the last resort for a wild thing.”
– Yvonne Wallace Blane
Lake Geneva, Wisconsin 53147
(262) 248-5055
Issue 26, Autumn 2004
“There is a boundary, but no wall;
a transformation, but no termination.” YWB
Yvonne Wallace Blane
Rehabilitation Director
Steven J. Blane
Facility Manager
Karen McKenzie, MSc.
Staff Biologist
Autumn 2004 Staff
Avery Tomlinson,Meghan Duncan,
Nicole Andrews,
Timory Naples, Melissa Clark
Carolyn Uhen – Office
Board of Directors
Steven J. & Yvonne Wallace Blane
Samuel E. Bradt
Richard Scholze
Veterinary & Medical Assistance
Richmond Veterinary Clinic
Delavan Lakes Veterinary Clinic
Elkhorn Veterinary Clinic
Lake Geneva Animal Hospital
Molitor Pet & Bird Clinic
Fellow Mortals Wildlife Hospital Foundation
Samuel E. Bradt, Chairman
“Robo” Brumder, Liz Bauer
Karen Koermer, Sid Overbey
Fundraising Events
Theresa Dahlke
Carl Wallace
Kurt Lang
Edited by
Yvonne Wallace Blane
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Fledgling robin
and goldfinch
In memory of Marlys, given by Bob Bulander, Nancy Kemp
In memory of John Thomas Wallace,
given by Margaret Pulera, Mr. & Mrs. Russ Ewert, Sandra Ott
In memory of Florence & Michael Murphy, given by Maureen Murphy
In memory of Brian Schroeder, given by Chet & Sue Cusick
In memory of Diane Griffin’s Father, given by Diane Brauer
In memory of George K. Ford II, given by Gary Bartousek
In memory of Donna Chukla’s Mother, given by Glenn & Betty Stuffers
In memory of William Heimler, given by Glenn & Betty Stuffers
In memory of Mary Mergener, given by Glenn & Betty Stuffers
In memory of Wayne Skyrme, given by Bob & Terri Jambor and others
In memory of "Suzie," given by Thomas Nangle
In memory of "Dusty," given by Ted & Lisa Heberling
In memory of "Ozzie," given by Thomas Nangle
In honor of Barb Overbey, given by Lillian Lewis
In honor of Rose Clare Uhen, given by Rita Pechacek
In honor of Barb & Sid Overbey, given by Karen & Harley Fisher
In honor of Shirley Cottle, given by Meg Waraczynski
In honor of Jan Beardsley, given by Jeff Beardsley
In honor of the Wedding of Sharon Koermer & Bill Bice, given by Linda Ott
In honor of "Sheba," given by Lillian Lewis
Marlys Bulander
Wildlife Rehabilitation licensing
wasn’t the only job Marlys held
with the U.S. Fish & Wildlife
Service, but it was perhaps the
place she made the most lasting
difference. Because Marlys genuinely cared about wildlife and
about the rehabilitators who provided temporary care for injured
and orphaned individuals, she
worked hard to educate her peers
about wildlife rehabilitators’ work,
while educating us about the
importance of standards and professionalism in this fledgling field.
Marlys wasn’t large, yet her presence commanded respect; a
woman of confidence and intelligence, she let her compassion for animals and people
be known, understanding that her strength made caring acceptable, even laudable.
Marlys was a woman you remembered meeting and looked forward to getting to
know. She was first my mentor, then my friend. She will always be my inspiration for
excellence in the field of wildlife rehabilitation and as a person. – Yvonne
Fellow Mortals’ Mission
Fellow Mortals is more than a place; it is a living philosophy based on
the belief that encouraging compassion in humans toward all life brings
out the finest aspects of our humanity.
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At a
Written by Karen McKenzie
I have spent the day trying to come up with one
special story to tell you, one unique animal that particularly touched my heart this summer, but I have failed.
This summer so many animals have been admitted,
each with their own extraordinary story, that I really
did not know who to choose or where to start.
Summer 2004 began on a Tuesday in early March,
with the arrival of 4 newborn squirrels. This was a very
early beginning to squirrel season which resulted in
over 100 injured and orphaned squirrels being admitted
to the care of Fellow Mortals. April and May passed in a
blur of squirrel feeding, with as many as 80 squirrels
being fed at any one feeding. With four feedings a day,
it often took one person 14 or 15 hours to ensure all
babies were fed and cleaned. During these months I
had several recurring nightmares where I was trying to
feed a giant squirrel and another where I never seemed
to get to the end of the hungry chucklings! Now, several months later, 39 of our spring baby squirrels are all
grown up and have been released back to the wild; the
others are at various stages of pre-release and will all
be free to roam by the fall.
This year was my first experience of Chucklings, the
technical term for baby wood chucks. I believe that
they are so named as this is the common response
when watching their comical antics. I have gained
much pleasure watching these little people grow, getting bigger and rounder and developing remarkable
abilities at burrowing and hiding which leave me confident in their abilities when it comes to their final
In summertime we predominantly work with
injured and orphaned babies; however, we also admit a
substantial number of injured adults.
One such patient is ‘Fisher’. This Canada goose was
rescued by some kind people who then brought him to
Fellow Mortals. He was found unable to move with fishing line wrapped around each leg. On further examination, his feet were cold to touch and he showed no
response when we tested his feet for nerve damage.
Karen with injured Great Horned Owl
After a visit to one of our veterinarians it was determined that we would treat for infection and inflammation and otherwise provide supportive care to give
Fisher time to heal. Gradually he gained his strength
and was able to get around on one foot. The other foot
he never used and we feared he might lose it. However,
with his spirited determination, Fisher kept struggling
on and gradually he began to use his other foot. Two
months later he awaits release in the outdoor goose
pen where he is no longer identifiable aside from a
faint scar around each leg.
While the humans employed by Fellow Mortals
were busy raising mammals and songbirds, the foster
parents were also working hard. One particular
momma mallard duck had a very busy season. She single handedly raised 10 ducklings from the time they
were hatched. These babies – now fully feathered and
almost ready for release – are not only healthy and very
wild but are still fiercely protected by momma who
indignantly defends her brood should any human stray
too close. Soon, Momma Duck’s babies will be released
back to the wild. I am sad that she cannot go with
them. I am sure she will miss them greatly but I also
hope she will feel proud of the amazing job she did.
However, she cannot begin her winter vacation just yet
as we have another 5 babies ready and waiting for her
So as the summer draws to a close and the mornings begin to hold the crisp smell of autumn, I have a
few moments to look back and enjoy the wonderful
species and personalities which have graced this summer. However, I am thankful that we are still in the
midst of our Fall Squirrel season, as I am not yet ready
for winter!
Mr. Cro w
He came in mid-July after falling from his nest.
With mites, an injured leg and a bill weakened by pox,
he was a sad boy. Being a young crow, he had these
beautiful blue eyes that peered into yours with trust
and fear – not knowing enough about me to yet
make the association with food, but knowing
enough about people to be scared. He
was a vulnerable and hungry baby
needing a little medical attention and
a lot of care.
“Mr. Crow,” as he has since been
deemed, would only eat strawberries from tweezers when he first
arrived. He did not like my hands
too close to his face, understandably so. He didn’t care for egg, or
blueberries. He would turn his
head to his shoulder with a small
sound of rejection as I offered these
to him. He cared even less for sliced filet
mignon. This he would take in his beak but
drop it to the side once I walked away. He was
humoring me, I believe. “Was he a vegetarian?” I often
asked myself. Gradually he became more adventurous
and dined on dog food and hot dogs, giving up altogether his love of strawberries.
It’s hard to imagine that one young, injured crow
could keep me on my toes as much as this baby did. As
a treat, I would gently set him on top of his carrier in a
makeshift nest of the softest baby blanket so he could
observe the daily routines. For a week or so he was
content just sitting and watching, occasionally standing
up and stretching his wings with a sigh. Often in the
evening, as I went about cleaning I would hear strange
coos coming from his direction. I would look over and
see him sleeping soundly in his nest with the occasional sigh being emitted. I like to think that he was
dreaming of long flights and tasty treats (strawberries??).
During the time of the day that he was allowed out
of his carrier, he had a noticeable appetite. He would
rarely eat at his allotted feeding time (when I was
standing in front of him with food in my hand). He
would wait until I was about five feet away feeding the
other babies and would begin gaping and cawing for
his snack. Did he do this on purpose? Was he testing
me? Yes, and it worked every time. He would let me
know when he was ready to eat and God forbid if the
offering was not up to par. With a sigh of disapproval
he would cock his head and stare at me as if saying,
“You’re not really trying to feed me egg and cheese,
Written by Nicole Andrews
right?” Embarrassed, I would offer him soaked dog food
and he would contentedly gobble it down. What was I
thinking giving him eggs?
After he realized that he had me wrapped around
his finger (toe?), he pushed his feeding times a little further. After the first morsel of food, he
would stand up, have a great stretch,
poop and sit back down gaping for
more. He was letting me know
that he was so important and I
was now on his time. Is it possible that his little plastic nest
wrapped in baby blanket had
suddenly become his throne??
Was he expecting me to fan him
with palm leaves? He had
become the king of the kennel
cab and was ruling his corner of
the room. Who was I to object?
As the days passed and he became
more comfortable with his abode, he
had the urge to wander more. Often I would
enter the room to find him perched above the blue
jays, with them chattering away noisily at the intruder
gaping down at them. He didn’t really expect them to
feed him, did he?! With a smile, I would place him back
on his throne and tell him not to travel. He gave me a
pitiful whimper in response. Some days, he would welcome me into the room as he perched on the windowsill, giving me what I perceived as an ecstatic “do
you see me? Look at me!” cry. Once in a while, he
would see another crow flying outside and he would
start pecking at the window, cawing excitedly. It was
when he did this that I was the saddest for him. He
was growing up and he needed crow friends, not an
intern hand-feeding him, telling him he was the handsomest crow ever.
The day he was moved in with the other crows was
bittersweet for me. While I was happy he would be in
larger quarters with his own kind, I was going to miss
having him sitting on his throne talking crow talk to
himself. It wasn’t going to be the same feeding him
every hour in his big-boy cage. He was growing up and
he needed me less. I’m trying not to think about the
day when he’ll be released. It will be beautiful for him
to be free, but it will be so hard not to be able to know
he’s safe and well fed. (Is this how my mom felt about
me going to college?) Until that day, I am enjoying
going to see him hourly with my offerings of dog food
and filet. Sometimes he will let me feed him, but other
times it’s as if he’s the one weaning me.
My Emplo y er s
I have never had a
summer quite like this
one. Upon graduating
Written by Meghan Duncan
from college in May, I
moved from New
Hampshire to be the new
intern on staff at Fellow
Mortals. While the move
ensured this summer was
going to be different from
summers of the past, it is
my employers that have
truly made these past few
months unique.
It has to be said, I work for a colorful cast of characters. On a daily
basis, who I work for is as variable as the
task at hand. If I am outside in the hill
pen, my employers are a rowdy bunch who
are not even tall enough to come up to my
Nicole and Meghan release a group of Chimney Swifts
knee. Don’t let their small stature fool you, for the ducklings are an
energetic group full of personality. While I can’t know how they feel about me, I know my status rises when I
have the hose out in order to fill up their pool. Any hesitation they may feel vanishes as they waddle past me
towards the pool of fresh water. I know they approve of my work
when I can still hear them splashing and quacking as I walk away
from their pen.
After my lively outdoor adventures, I turn my focus to pleasing
more elusive employers. The bunnies can be a difficult bunch to read.
These quiet, sensitive animals keep me on my toes and I am only
completely at ease with the job I have done when they hop away
from me back into the wild on release day.
Perhaps the largest group of employers at Fellow Mortals are
the birds. From the chirps of the Cedar Waxwings to the chatterings
of the chimney swifts, the birds are an extremely diverse group.
While one of the grackles routinely flips over his food dish as if to
show he is ready for a new one, one of the robins stomps
through her food as if to protest the transition from handfeeding.
Although my employers vary, they all evaluate my
job performance in the same manner. The true test
of all the hard work comes when the doors are
opened to their temporary homes and the
animals are free to go back to the wild.
I know I served them well when they
hop or fly away from me as
quickly as possible; within
Above, Meghan with injured hawk
minutes my beloved
employers are off in
the distance – with
At right, tree swallow
my references.
Making Choices
Written by Timory Naples
Growing up in an upper middle class suburb enough weight to be moved onto an hourly feeding.
of Milwaukee where working a 9-5 job seemed destined, my mind wondered if there was anything else
out there worth exploring that did not contain a cubicle
and windowless desk space. I always knew a 9-5 desk
job was not the life I wanted. I did not want to feel like
a number. I wanted to feel adventurous with every day
different from the previous one but, most importantly,
to feel needed. I worked hard through high school and
even harder in college, and along the way I discovered
not only who I was but, even more notably, what I
believed. I majored in Environmental Science because I
wanted to save the world’s ecosystem and knew this
involved every single aspect of the environment. I
began working as an intern here at Fellow Mortals only
a mere month ago, but the knowledge and hands-on
experience I’ve had here has only further intrigued me.
I have learned so much from the basic rules of cleaning,
to admitting injured animals, to proper care of these
wonderful creatures. Every animal is given the right to
live here. Without even flinching, the smallest finch up
to the largest goose along with everything in-between
is given the best care possible.
I saw this compassion given to every life, and strove
to fulfill this exact same belief during my rehabilitation
internship. While working with birds, I gained knowledge about species identification, calling and diet. Each
day I enjoyed learning more about the birds and discovering their individual personalities. I discovered some
of the most wonderful and curious personalities while
working with a group of three Blue Jays. One was
always hungry even if he was just fed, one very inquisitive about everything, especially my long fingernails,
and one little guy with much trepidation. Every day, I
fed them every half hour until they grew up and gained
Baby cottontail
Now they are one step away from being released to the
wild. They are in an outside cage, self feeding and
becoming acclimated to the outside temperatures.
They were one of my first loves here at Fellow Mortals
and while it saddens me to not hear their songs every
time I pass their cage, I am so proud of what everyone
here has done to help release these three blue jays.
During my internship here I have
experienced love, jubilation, sadness, pain, heartbreak, and necessity. Cottontail bunnies now take
up most of my days, and I
wouldn’t have it any other way.
Holding a bunny smaller than your
Timory feeding fledgling Robins
palm and seeing the growth
take place is so adorable.
Their transformations encompass me with each feeding; seeing their eyes open for the first time, growing
more fluffy fur, watching one by one as their ears perk
up, and not to mention seeing them get so excited to
eat makes all my hard work worth it. This unequivocal
emotion that embodies me surpasses all expectations.
This unparalleled experience allows me to give the
gift of time and love while seeing life evolve in front of
me. In return, I am given the very best gift possible,
the feeling of necessity and importance. I like to think
that I have made a huge difference in these animals’
lives. I have Fellow Mortals to thank for this fulfillment
in my life.
I know every animal makes a difference and, the
more animals we help the closer we are to a cleaner,
safer, and more ecologically sound environment. I am
so thankful for the opportunity to make such a large
difference in these animals’ lives, but one may not realize these animals have changed my life more than they
will ever know.
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Written by Avery Tomlinson
A couple of weeks later, I was cleaning his cage
when he decided to tell me it was time to go. He scootpleasure of working at Fellow Mortals for the second
ed past my hand and escaped in the bird room. While
time. I had the responsibility of being in charge of the
trying to catch him, I realized…he was flying! Flying he
birds. It was an awesome task, and like anything at
looked like any normal, healthy bird. The little male
Fellow Mortals, it can be hard, exhausting, even heart
wrenching, but very, very rewarding. Looking back and goldfinch was finally released on a gorgeous day with
other goldfinches nearby, and where food would
remembering, my mind is flooded with memories.
always be accessible.
Sometimes what I think of the most are animals that
have beat all the odds. Chances were against them, yet I will always remember the two little house sparrow
babies that survived a car ride from Milwaukee
they overcame their hurts and triumphed. I
to Lake Geneva. Only they were not riding
would like to share a few of those memoinside the car. House sparrows are
ries with you:
notorious for making nests anyEarly this year, in the brisk spring
where, such as in gutters and
weather, Fellow Mortals received a
buildings. Basically, any crevice
beautiful little yellow bird with a
they can find that looks inviting
black cap. He was an adult male
will soon have a nest, and this
American goldfinch, and as
time the parents chose the
soon as I saw him, my heart
underside of a car. When the
sank. His wing was hanging
babies were just starting to get
down in an unnatural angle,
feathers, the car (having
which usually means a fracbeen still all this time) was sudtured wing. After a trip to Dr.
driven from Milwaukee to
Welch at Lake Geneva Animal
Lake Geneva.
Hospital, an X-ray confirmed what
nest somehow stayed intact
we feared. His wing was indeed
with the babies in it, but now there
broken, and it was fractured at such
Fledgling Goldfinches
no parents. The nest was discova point that Dr. Welch was afraid it
ered a day later, and the babies were
would get stiff once it healed. If the
in as soon as possible. They were so
goldfinch’s wing healed without full extension,
he would never be able to fly again. I was also worried weak when they made it to Fellow Mortals. Out of
about how the finch would be affected by the stress three that were in the nest, one baby was already dead
by arrival time, and the other two were failing. After
from his injuries and being handled by humans.
fluids and a warm rest in an incubator, the two babies
Some birds will die just from accumulated stress.
decided they were ready to eat and ready to eat NOW.
As he soon showed us though, this little goldfinch was
They were very hungry babies. There is nothing sweetdefinitely a fighter and enjoyed his catered morning
er than a baby bird. They were introduced into another
breakfast and daytime meals. After almost a week of
healing time, his splint was removed, and he started to house sparrow group and eventually released at Fellow
get brief physical therapy sessions during the day. The
Not all stories end as well as these do. Some birds
physical therapy made all the difference. His wing was
stiff at first, just as Dr. Welch predicted but, with a little that Fellow Mortals receives are injured severely or
physical therapy, he was soon able to flex his wing and even dying upon arrival. But the thing to remember, is
that all the animals get a warm, safe place to rest away
extend it a full 180 degrees.
from predators and danger. Even if Fellow Mortals gets
Next came the real test, would he be able to fly?
a dying bird, he can be comforted by having food and
He had been moved to a large cage, after the bones
water nearby and having the security of being out of
had fused, to allow him to fly and stretch his muscles.
danger. That’s what all animals need and what all aniOne day, I took the goldfinch on a test flight. He
mals deserve. I feel honored by being able to provide
swooped gracefully out of my hand, however he flew
that for them.
straight to the ground. He could not fly up yet.
This spring and summer of 2004, I had the
Fence F und Donor s
Lakeland Animal Welfare Society
The Merganser Fund
Fellow Mortals Wildlife Hospital
Melita Frankfurth Grunow
Sid & Barb Overbey
Lillian Thaler Lewis
Helen Olson
The Jambor Family Foundation
Karen & Fred Koermer
Paul & Ann Edwards
Pesche’s Greenhouse
In memory of Wayne Skyrme —
given by:
Alton & Cheri Neiman
The Weigandts
Barbara Heidelman
Laurie & Daniel Anderson
Joseph & Lois Haas
Gerald & Mary Niewoehner
Don & Penny Hallett
June Yantis
Chris & Terry Appenzeller
Charles & Diane Terry
Alden & Gail Smith
Larry & Dolores Dore
Janet & Mike Jacobs
Michael & Andrea Ricard
Peggy & Norman Burns
Cheryl & Dan Frazier
Keith Hulsebos
Bill & Betsy Reilly
Cynthia & Bob Rauland
Lois Guif
Mary Densch
John & Joanne Anderson
Ron & Paula Harris
Walter & Jean Dunn
Twin Lakes Glass
Gary & Gail Ellis
Michael Krall
Richard & Nancy Andrich
Desiree & Ron Lipowski
Carolyn Kahl
Richard Kampfer
Pam Brzezinski
Dewayne & Pam Egly
Joseph & Mary O’Donnell
Scott Wesner
Margaret Pulera
Dolores Indovina-Valus
Jeannie & Richard
Lisa Zinzow
Gail Nelsen
Barb Drinkwater
Brouka Sarnoff &
John Ropiequet
Pat & Edward
Patricia Benson
Gail & Eric
Ed & Joann
Shannon Connelly
Mrs. Connie Wright
Kim Cassavant
Meg Waraczynski
L-R: Steve and Yvonne (holding a signed copy of “Judith’s Law”)
with State Representative Thomas Lothian and
State Senator Neal Kedzie
Jean Johnson
Jeffrey Fuqua
Chuck & Brenda Gamache
Donald & Margaret Brown
Glenn & Betty Stuffers
The “Angel in the Valley” – Painted especially for us by
artist Kym Mack, will be awarded in a Special Drawing to
be held at our Fall Migration 2004 Benefit. All proceeds
will go toward the completion of our new Deer Enclosure.
(Detail shown.)
No Consideration Necessary
to win. Need not be present to win. Winner is
responsible for shipping and insurance. To order
Tickets, see form on Page 10. All orders must be
received prior to November 7, 2004.
Thank You
Onl y wit h Your Help
Can We mak e a Dif f erence
Gifts of Time
Display Cabinet (labor and materials), donated by Carl Gustafson
Curtains, Animal care pads and bedding (labor and materials),
donated by Jan Gustafson
Preparation and donation of “Judith’s Law” mailing,
donated by Linda Christian & Karen Smith
Architectural Drawings, donated by
Harry Wirth & Kathy Sawicki – Design by Wirth
Squirrel Habitat Boxes (labor and materials), donated by John Deschner
Item Donations
1995 Jeep, donated by Rick Weisberg, Subaru of Schaumburg,
arranged by Gil & Bobbie Gordon and Barb & Sid Overbey
Human Incubators & Warmers (used for orphaned wildlife),
donated by St. Joseph’s Hospital, thanks to
Tom Tischer and Sam Sauseda, delivered by Barb & Sid Overbey
Decorative and functional art (labor and materials),
donated by Robin Raab
“The Healing Path” (labor, plants and materials),
donated by Robin Raab & Jeff Easley
Rock Pigeon Palace (labor), donated by Mike Ludowise
for pigeons adopted by Linda Christian
Nursing Services, donated by Linda Christian
Human Incubator, donated by Waukesha Memorial Hospital,
thanks to Chuck Olson, arranged by
Work on Deer Fence, donated by Bob Bulander
Dave Schultz, delivered by
Professional Services, donated by Del Logterman
Milt Konicek & Jack Schlick
Construction Hopper, donated by Mallard Ridge
Dennis Counihan of Earthworks
Medical-grade Avian Incubator, donated by
releases a
Staff Assistance, donated by Kate Baker
Cassandra Miller
Red-Tailed hawk
Medical-grade Avian Incubator,
Wildlife Transport &
donated by Sam Bradt
Intern Program Sponsors:
Community Foundation of
Southern Wisconsin –
John & Joanne Anderson Fund,
Cassandra Miller, Merganser Fund,
Antonia Foundation,
Brinn Foundation
Linda Christian & Dave Deschner,
Canada Geese
“Exotic” Domestic Animal
Marlene Kazin, domestic dove
Medicine, donated by 3M Corporation,
thanks to Dr. Curtis Keller, Nancy Peltier
Mary Kay & Willy Strutz,
domestic dove, rock pigeons
Kennel Cabs, donated by Suzanne Hall
Cheryl Rindfleisch, rock pigeons
Production copier, donated by Michael & Linda
Cindy Bundy, domestic ducks and chicken
Linda Christian, rock pigeons
Snowblower, donated by Michael & Linda Brinkman
Ken & Megan Welge, rock pigeons
Kerosene heater, donated by Michael & Linda Brinkman
Office copier, donated by Konicek, Kaiser, Scholze, Wanasek & Zott
Cleaning supplies, donated by Johnson Diversey
Specialized diets for songbirds, donated by Kaytee Products
Baby blankets, donated by Andrea Pond
Off-site Rehabilitation
Karen Spring, starlings and house sparrows
Rehana Mohammed, starlings and house sparrows
Lisa Schlenker, Licensed Wildlife Rehabilitator, Bats
Stuffed animals, donated by Vicki Manley
Animal care supplies, donated by Wilbert, Austine & Scott Recknagel
Medical supplies, donated by Aurora Health Care
Jeannie Lord, Licensed Wildlife Rehabilitator, Fox, Raptor pre-release
Fundraising done for Fellow Mortals’ Patients
Gravel, donated by Earthworks
Straw, donated by Pearce’s Farm
“People fuel” (i.e. cream puffs and pizza), donated by Linda Christian
I would like to make a Donation to Fellow Mortals!
“Angel in the Valley” Raffle – Suggested Donation:
Cheri Trussler, Christine Fryar, Stormy Taylor Ward –
Bake Sale for Wildlife, Kindergarten Class,
Congregation Emanu-El B’ne Jeshurun Religious School
Street Address:
$10/ticket or 5 for $45 (Must be received before November 7, 2004!)
A Donation of the Heart (General Donation) $
City, State, Zip:
I have designated Fellow Mortals as a donation recipient whenever
I shop at Pick ’n Save (Our Code Number is 226000).
Card Number:
Check Enclosed
Expiration Date:
Please Note: Due to the decrease in the number of grocery receipts received, we will be discontinuing our participation in Sentry’s
Funds For Friends program on January 1, 2005. You may continue to send your Sentry receipts to us until then.
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Chimney swifts
Mourning doves
2003 Intern Emily Earll visits with Avery and Nicole
Fox kit
Domestic chick
Green herons
Linda Christian releases Canada geese
Animals Admitted, 2004
Swifts, swallows and nighthawks
Pigeons and doves
Crows and blue jays
Other birds
Shorebirds and Waterfowl
Hawks, owls, vultures
Tree Squirrels (fox, grey, flying)
Ground Squirrels (woodchuck,13-lined,
chipmunk, mice, voles)
Other mammals received and transferred
to other licensed wildlife rehabilitators
Total, 1/1/04 to 9/26/04
Healthy animals are not admitted to
Fellow Mortals. Orphans always suffer from
some degree of dehydration, malnutrition and
parasite infestation, including fly eggs or larvae.
They may also have puncture wounds, lacerations and fractures. Adult animals are admitted
due to injury or disease, and sometimes they
are simply old.
*Of the 1794 animals admitted to date, 80
individuals were compassionately euthanized to
end suffering or after rehabilitation failed. Even
taking those deaths into account, Fellow Mortals
expects to successfully rehabilitate at least half
of the animals admitted in 2004.
Watch Out for Wildlife
This Fall!
Be an Observant
Driver – Watch the
sides of the road, obey
the speed limit and be
ready to slow down or
stop for animals.
Squirrels gathering
nuts for their winter
“stash” or leaves for
bedding are so focused
on their work that
they aren’t aware of
Keep bird and
wildlife feeders clean – And keep the ground raked
clean under and around feeding areas to prevent the spread
of disease.
Use caution when burning brush or leaf piles – If
brush has been sitting more than a day, move the pile to
check for animals before burning.
Cap chimneys – Before squrrels and raccoons move in
looking for winter shelter.
Rodent-proof your home or use “live” traps –
Don’t use poison which can cause secondary poisoning in hawks
and owls that eat sick rodents.
When winterproofing your home – Make sure there
are no animals nesting in your attic, basement or chimney before
you make your repairs.
To make your holidays even more meaningful –
find a way to include the wildlife in your celebrations – a
cornucopia of nuts and corn for the squirrels and chipmunks –
a tree decorated with edible ornaments for the birds.
“When crippled wings take flight
and withered limbs will run
And sightless eyes perceive the world
and see the brilliant sun,
In that day will be no hunger,
no future and no past,
The day that heaven comes to earth
and both are one at last.”
—Yvonne Wallace Blane
& Steven J. Blane