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Raspy
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- Smith Valley, Nevada
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- NH TC29DA, F250 Tremor, Jeep Rubicon
I got a quick video of Sandy on Easter. It was sent to me by Southwest with an update on her. I only wish it was longer, but she looks good. I'm having trouble uploading it, but I'll work on it and get it posted.
There's a wild male coyote that has been hanging around outside her enclosure. They sometimes get along and sometimes she tries to run him off. But at least she is getting a bit of interaction with another, and a wild, coyote. They also allow Herbert, her dog friend seen in an earlier picture I posted, to visit her occasionally. They're hoping to have a permanent companion for her pretty soon. She also seems to be adapting to her limited surroundings, as well as can be hoped for, with a stable mental state, trust and friendship with the folks there.
They are also getting her some rabbit meat as an occasional treat. She loves that.
Within that setting, I don't see how she could be treated any better. But, of course, she should be here roaming our land and having fun with us.
We are planning a visit soon and I went to the supermarket to try and get some rabbit for her. None in stock, of course. So I asked the meat guy if I could get it. It seems he can order it, but there is a minimum order that a group of stores must meet. So he can't predict when it will come in. Expensive too.
He confirmed that it comes skinned, gutted and no head.
He suggested that I just go out and shoot one to keep it simple. "They're all over the place"
Somehow, the conversation worked it's way toward our reason for asking. I said that I could not show up with one from the wild that was not certified healthy in some way. Hmmmm. Then we, somehow, got to the real reason for wanting it. For Sandy. As I expanded on my story, he stood there, mouth hanging open, blank stare and no comment, with the exception of a subtle evaluation process (I could practically see the wheels turning) to determine if I was playing a trick on him or just plain crazy.
The response was something like this:
"A special order, certified, expensive, skinned, frozen, rabbit..............................maybe two or three............but not taken from the thousands that live all over our area.......................to give to a coyote........................that lives 750 miles away..................... and you are going to deliver it?"
After this clarification, the silence was deafening. I've been laughing ever since.
There's a wild male coyote that has been hanging around outside her enclosure. They sometimes get along and sometimes she tries to run him off. But at least she is getting a bit of interaction with another, and a wild, coyote. They also allow Herbert, her dog friend seen in an earlier picture I posted, to visit her occasionally. They're hoping to have a permanent companion for her pretty soon. She also seems to be adapting to her limited surroundings, as well as can be hoped for, with a stable mental state, trust and friendship with the folks there.
They are also getting her some rabbit meat as an occasional treat. She loves that.
Within that setting, I don't see how she could be treated any better. But, of course, she should be here roaming our land and having fun with us.
We are planning a visit soon and I went to the supermarket to try and get some rabbit for her. None in stock, of course. So I asked the meat guy if I could get it. It seems he can order it, but there is a minimum order that a group of stores must meet. So he can't predict when it will come in. Expensive too.
He confirmed that it comes skinned, gutted and no head.
He suggested that I just go out and shoot one to keep it simple. "They're all over the place"
Somehow, the conversation worked it's way toward our reason for asking. I said that I could not show up with one from the wild that was not certified healthy in some way. Hmmmm. Then we, somehow, got to the real reason for wanting it. For Sandy. As I expanded on my story, he stood there, mouth hanging open, blank stare and no comment, with the exception of a subtle evaluation process (I could practically see the wheels turning) to determine if I was playing a trick on him or just plain crazy.
The response was something like this:
"A special order, certified, expensive, skinned, frozen, rabbit..............................maybe two or three............but not taken from the thousands that live all over our area.......................to give to a coyote........................that lives 750 miles away..................... and you are going to deliver it?"
After this clarification, the silence was deafening. I've been laughing ever since.
