Sunday, March 24, 2013

Fundraising is a 365 day job

Most larger wildlife rehabilitation facilities have a fundraising staff.  Unfortunately, we do not, so we are either focused on our patients needs, our dwindling supplies, our ever growing vet bill for the wildlife and sometimes, all of these are on our mind at once.  We started another fundraising campaign for our remaining 2012 vet expenses.  Our vet does wonderful things for the wildlife and for us as well.  He is a patient man and we are forever grateful for this.  Please share this post with all of your wildlife loving friends, and contribute whatever you can.  Soon we will be full with orphans as well so we will need to stay stocked with formulas of different types for all of the wildlife we see.
Look through the archives to see what your donations pay for.  We do good work here!

To donate, please click on the safe link above or the PayPal link on the left side of this page.

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Feathered brothers and sisters, you came to us broken and as you bled…….we saw you desperate, dehydrated, desiccated, diseased, distressed, emaciated, famished, frayed, frightened, helpless, hungry, ragged, ravenous, shaken, shocked, shot, sickly, stressed, stunned, tattered, thirsty, traumatized, torn, weary and wounded. Defiantly, you stood us off with your last breath as we tried to tend to you. We saw you come in as cute, naked, fuzzy, cuddly youth, as mischievous, defiant adolescents, as fierce, regal rulers of the sky and as cunning, maimed elders whose time on earth was almost done. You endeared yourselves to us, bit us, charmed us, footed us, delighted us, hissed at us, talked to us, mantled at us, and graced us with your presence.

Some of you mended and were able to go on your way, never looking back. Some of you were injured in ways that prevented you from going, so you stayed with us to teach us…….And we came to love you. Others were too far gone, and you went home - where you fly free from pain with the Great One. All of you have touched us, and we are changed because of you.

used with permission by Arlene Powers