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My wife is a branch manager for a local branch of the public library, and as a community event she brought in an organization that rescues wild animals that are no longer able to live independently in the wild, for various reasons. They are often injured animals or rescued from illegal pet ownership situations and lack the ability to live in the wild, don’t have the necessary fear of humans, etc. These animals are given a new home and some of them are then taken to schools, libraries, and other community events for outreach and education purposes. My son got to pet a baby alligator today, that had been rescued from a fraternity house on a major university campus.

Other animals that they brought in today included a young red kangaroo, a rattle snake, a capuchin monkey, a screech owl, and a red tailed hawk.
In the early 90s I worked as a section keeper for a wild and exotic rescue called Wildlife Waystation. We had public tours and did outreach with animals that could not be released. Reading your post brought back some great memories. The volunteers are what really make those places run.
 
My wife is a branch manager for a local branch of the public library, and as a community event she brought in an organization that rescues wild animals that are no longer able to live independently in the wild, for various reasons. They are often injured animals or rescued from illegal pet ownership situations and lack the ability to live in the wild, don’t have the necessary fear of humans, etc. These animals are given a new home and some of them are then taken to schools, libraries, and other community events for outreach and education purposes. My son got to pet a baby alligator today, that had been rescued from a fraternity house on a major university campus.

Other animals that they brought in today included a young red kangaroo, a rattle snake, a capuchin monkey, a screech owl, and a red tailed hawk.
That’s a cool pic.
 
In the early 90s I worked as a section keeper for a wild and exotic rescue called Wildlife Waystation. We had public tours and did outreach with animals that could not be released. Reading your post brought back some great memories. The volunteers are what really make those places run.
I really really wish I could get a paying job at a place like that. Alas, I don’t have the proper educational background for such a gig, the social sciences just aren’t what they are looking for.
 
Got my workout in despite feeling like crud. Wasn't my best but at least it was something. Did a few presses, swings and pushups and ran through kushanku a bunch of times.
 
Also, one of my friends works as a kennel maid at a dog rescue centre. Sometimes I think they have a better time there than they do when they're re-homed. It's a very happy place.
 

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