Continuing on my rounds

Goshawk

    



        After I'm done with my vultures and Jumper, the rare black 1 and 1/2 winged eagle, I go to clean up the water dish and cage of a beautiful goshawk.  It looks just like the goshawks back home.  I'm not sure whether it's exactly the same species or not, but it's certainly very similar. 

Zak

And from there I go to clean up after Zak, who is a serval (a small cat, notable for being temperamental and untrustworthy).  Zak is a very picky eater.  Sometimes he gets sick of eating chicks and will hold out for a pigeon or a guinea pig for DAYS.  As a result, he is no fat cat.
      














        And several times a day, I need to feed my baby squirrel, shown here with fellow volunteer Guilliame from Madagascar.  Guilliame and his mom and brother and his mom's friend stayed about five days.  Unfortunately for me, they were all French-speaking and so our communication was severely limited.  But Guilliame and I became fast friends, united by an unconditional love for all animals.
        One day the squirrel abruptly decided he no longer drank milk from a syringe, but now prefers to dine on nuts, seeds and fruits, and MAYBE a little milk now and then, but from a DISH, not a syringe.
     

        Also, there are the baby yellow canaries.  They took a dive when some of the workmen cutting brush accidentally destroyed their nest.  They are not rare or valuable, but I'm happy to say that NO animal goes ignored around here, and they've been well-cared-for ever since ( mainly by ME).  That means feeding by syringe at least once every two hours.  Most days I fed them at least 10 times.  But now they too are feeling grown up.  They're flying a bit and becoming much more independent.
      It's very strange to think that in so short a time here, "my" babies have taken such large strides toward growing up!