you’d be able to see my tears.
you’d be able to see my tears.
Poor little pups! Etiquette is hard.
Pure comedy gold over at dog shaming.
Somebody gone done me wrong. (howls a little ow, owww, awooooo)
How could you do this to meeeee?
Gee, thanks for the guilt trip, Zoe and Stephanie H.! And Stacey T. says, “Our new bebe kitten is known to her subjects as Princess Tigerlily. She has mesmerizing eyes that put you in a hypnotic trance and make you obey all her commands.”
I AM smiling.
Now my feelings are hurt.
Brooklyn T. says, “Just a quick note to say your site is the bright spot in my day. Thank you for spreading the joy! My little guy’s name is Fellini and he is the absolute SWEETEST!” Thank you, Brooklyn, for the “sample of his squeezable face.”
Michelle M. rescued this Bassett-Shar-pei mix, who loves to eat bunny poop.
All the birds you see in this post were squawkin’, “Breaker 1-9 is there anybody out there, c’mon?” And Whitford Wild Bird Care Centre answered, “Hearing ya loud and clear, good birdie!”
Let’s hand it over to Susan R. now,
“Hi there, Summer has arrived in New Zealand which means it’s very busy at the Whitford Wild Bird Care Centre near Auckland! Loads of young birds there. Here are a few photos of some of the cutest – most of these are from the last few months, a few are from a couple of springs ago. I volunteer there and have helped look after most of these little guys and can confirm that they are all extremely cute, even the kind of ugly ones!” :
“Blackbirds! Although the centre focuses on wild New Zealand birds, in this case a nest full of blackbirds were cared for. Note their ‘sideburns’!”
This is an adult pukeko who decided to stay near the centre after he was released. He lives by a stream nearby and each year, has a batch of babies, and sometimes drops by to say hello (Mandy the centre manager is in this photo).”
“Morepork, New Zealand’s only surviving native owl (sadly quite a few native birds didn’t survive the arrival of European settlers but the centre is helping the ones who are left). The Maori name is Ruru, but European settlers called them ‘Morepork’ as their call sounds like this. (www.doc.govt.nz/conservation/native-animals/birds/land-bi…)”
“Yes, this is an owl in a margarine container:”
Who let the owls out, who who:
“Dotterels are an endangered species and this little guy just about didn’t make it. The adults nest on the sand at the beach and during a very high spring ‘king tide’ a few weeks ago, a conservation ranger discovered one nest had been washed away. She found three eggs floating in the waves and rushed them to the centre. Two hatched: this is the first one, which weighed 18 grams (0.63 oz); and its sibling was just 16 grams (0.56 oz). Both are doing well.”
“Green finch – One of the latest arrivals and Mandy the centre manager says it’s the smallest patient they’ve ever had! Note the bread tag (approx 1.5cm wide) for scale. Less than 100 green finches were introduced to NZ in the 1860s from Europe, but they’ve now settled in and are very common.”
“Grey warblers (Riroriro in Maori) are native to NZ and sing beautifully. They are often very difficult to see but you hear them! This website has their song: www.nzbirds.com/birds/riroriro.html This is a young one but even as adults they are very small.”
“Here is the grey warbler with a young goldfinch:”
“Paradise Shelduck are native to New Zealand. These ducklings were orphaned. They, along with other types of duckling, have a bath/swim once a day, usually in a bucket.”
“Harrier Hawk chicks or Kahu in Maori.”
“These hawks catch a wide range of prey including, er, birds, but we like to think that when they’ve been cared for at the centre they will be a little kinder to their feathered friends :-)”
“Baby Pukekoes (a Maori name, pronounced ‘poo-KE-ko’).”
“Plover: This youngster was rescued after falling twice down drains while strolling behind its parents. Now it’s strolling in much more pleasant surroundings, a comfy incubator (the photos are to help prevent imprinting)”
Fantastic cute-porting! Thank you, Susan R!
It makes me sad when you don’t do what I want to do.
No, no, just go on with your day and I will wait here, all alone, on this bed with no company except this hard, plastic, red bone.
That’s a hoomin! Good hoomin! My love is your treat.
Sent in by Elly C., owned by Miss Daisy, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.
Because, if you’re not, we have 10 puppehs who NEED 10 NAMES! Mama is a little bit overwhelmed. We must hasten to her assistance!
We are detecting some twin action naming possibilities here:
Definitely a middle child here:
Roberta S.’s foster Mama beagle had emergency c-section (note pink bandage of honor) with TEN pups. All are doing well but their names are still to be determined!
I think I’m gonna hurl …a snowball that is, at the first person who teases moi about this.
Lilly doesn’t appreciate the mouse nose and ears, but they are a nice touch, Kelly S.