There comes a time to quit

Louise and black backed jackal pup

How does one turn down an injured or traumatized wild animal?  For me it was simply not possible. As the months passed more and more animals arrived on my doorstep in desperate need of help and soon as word spread that a crazy woman was taking in orphaned, traumatized and injured wildlife the menagerie of species in my yard continued to grow and diversify.

On a personal level my empathy and understanding of the wild creatures that needed my help continued to grow.  What unfortunately did not grow was my financial state of affairs; it dwindled at an alarming rate and soon all the commission I earned at the time went straight to food purchases, veterinary bills and the purchase of orphaned, injured and traumatized wildlife I was hell-bent on saving.

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A zebra in my head.

A zebra in my head.


I will never forget the day she arrived in the back of a game capture truck still covered in the dried blood of her mother. The young foal lay dead still, her little head hanging down. When I got up inside the game capture truck she did not even bother to look up, but when I gently lifted her to her feet to check for any visible injuries she turned around in a split second and bit me on the side of my hip. The seemingly dead foal had turned into a kicking and biting “little demon” and she did not intend to allow me close to her. She stood in the one corner of the truck shivering with exhaustion and I had to fight back my tears.

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