Archive for the ‘animal stories’ Tag
Nine years ago, there was this kitten
found under a rose-bush, hiding and afraid
hungry, abandoned, and all alone.
With imploring sad eyes hoping to find
a friend, family or home nearby
he wandered about, surviving the elements,
living on insects, whatever was found.
When no one came looking or put in a claim
for the lost kitten out wandering that day
my daughter and family took him in,
and lovingly provided him with a good home.
Was it just fate or maybe meant to be
that this kitten found love in the most unlikely way?
Joyce E. Johnson © 2017
Posted for The Daily Post word prompt, https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lovingly/
Winter is coming.
He looked my way, his mouth full.
“Wait please! One moment.”
“Let me get my camera.”
A quick shot. Then time to flee.
Joyce E. Johnson (2016)
This is my post for today’s one word prompt for The Daily Post word prompt.
When we were walking the trail one day with our dog I spotted these little geese families. We watched them first trot along in the high grass, across our path to the lake with all the babies’ in tow, their little heads barely seen above the grass. and then they quickly hurried over to the water and jumped in. Between the larger geese, leading and bringing up the rear the babies swam between. By the middle of spring there is a lot of new life and babies born to birds and game of all kinds. It was a touching sight to watch them, and I was so glad I had my camera. There were also little duck families that we saw on another day when I did not have my camera, so I have begun to take it along more regularly now when we walk so I don’t miss shots like this. As you can see, I have used the same photo for my blog header image as well.
While watching the geese and ducks I thought about the way parents of any species will fiercely protect and watch over their young, lead, and direct them through their young life, so they know how to be watchful of prey, to protect themselves when grown.
It is also the way our heavenly father watches over us with a much greater sense of protectiveness and direction, hoping that we will follow after Him, his leading, and know how to live in a way that assures us a safe, trusting pathway in life. In Proverbs 13:1 of the Old Testament bible, it says, “A wise son heeds his father’s instruction.” Male or female, we all need that kind of leading which gives us the tools and instruction to live our lives in safety and harmony with others.
I was very fortunate to have an earthly father who led by example and taught us how to apply those biblical principles to our own life. But, it is my heavenly father who gives me eternal life, and the best of everything I can ever hope for, or expect. It is the Father’s way.
If you are a father, I wish you a Happy Father’s day, and the blessings and peace that only the Heavenly Father can give.
Joyce E. Johnson (2016)
This is a wild Red Fox that hangs around our mountain property.
Encroaching our space
it came, light-footed, and quiet
with a molting, shaggy coat and tail,
a length of bushy, brown coarse fur
it stood uncertain on thin gangly legs.
It had a small heart-shaped face
with ears alert, as if pointed towards the sky,
and expression as if in earnest expectation
of what it hoped to find or gain.
But strangers we are not upon this land,
and intrigued to find him beseeching
at our mountain meadow in the sun.
Joyce E. Johnson (2016)
A male African lion. After taking several pictures of him from a distance we were finally rewarded with this close up shot of him walking up to the viewing platform.
This mature grizzly kept his eyes on us the whole time we stood watching him from the walk out.
This black bear loved his wooden post. He hugged it, rolled it, played with it, and even used it to scratch his back. All of the larger animals have big fresh water tanks, cool, comfortable ‘dens’ made with huge concrete culverts set into the ground so the bears can hibernate, or just get out of the hot sun to cool down. There are tire swings that hang from poles too, for them to play with.
A grey wolf, common to the northern territories of Canada and the U.S. The ‘greys’ were in a separate enclosure from the Artic wolves, as seen below.
The Artic wolf. We wondered if this one was the ‘Alpha.’ He seemed more dominate over the pack as we watched their behavior and movements.
This big grizzly was more intent on cleaning his paw. He paid no attention to his visitors.
Now to just get the other leg in, and he’s ready for a swim in the water tank on a hot day.
These two grizzlies find time for play, and a rough and tumble roll on the ground.
Afternoon nap. There were several in this group of lions that were sleeping, all piled up, one on top of another with legs spread out in every direction. The lions and bears are more lethargic in the earlier part of the day when hot, but get more active later in the afternoon towards feeding time.
My grandkids, Trevor and Alyssa at an entrance sign, “petting the tiger”.
So long, from all of us at the Wild Animal Sanctuary in Keenesburg, CO.
All of the animals above, and many more from other species are all rescued animals coming from abusive, neglected or abandonment situations. They are housed and kept in this beautiful 800+ acre compound preserve in Keenesburg, CO. They are fed on a regular rotating schedule, live in a protected environment, and get the best possible care with regular visits by a veterinarian. Many were rescued from circuses; abused, abandoned or neglected. Others were rescued from people who got the animals as pets when very young and could not properly care for them, so gave them up. There are ostriches, lynx, mountain lions, and even camels on the site. This was our second trip out to the preserve. It is an awesome place to visit the animals in a more natural setting with all the comforts of ‘home.’ To view pictures of them and others there, read their stories, donate to their care, or learn more about them, you can find it here.
Joyce E. Johnson (2016)
There came a brave little chipmunk
just half the size of a skunk
to our picnic in the park
from his home in the dark
to eat the crumbs by the trunk.
He stuffed his mouth and searched around
for more breadcrumbs on the ground,
scampering here, running there.
There came his friends. He had to share,
but to their delight, the bowl they found
was filled with food for our dog, Maggie
who stood watching, her tail a wagging.
Bread crumbs eaten, they tried hers too,
a different taste, but guess it will do.
Joyce E. Johnson © 2015
He befriended just one, a boy in danger
And placed his trust to the heart of this stranger
The perilous journey brought them to shore
Survivors of a shipwreck entwined once more
The black moved cautiously allowing the boy
To stroke his mane as if shy or coy
But the stallion once wild beyond good reason
Had been hurt before in another season
It was a time he could easily recall
His head shot up remembering that fall
He pawed at the ground warning the stranger
How could the boy understand his anger?
From this giant black in frustration and fear
Challenging any who dared to come near
He threw up his back as if tossing a saddle
Demonstrating his power, keen and agile
No one would break his spirit or force
Their will or claim to set his course
He was set free to run with great speed
Freed by the boy respecting his need
Tearing across the sands with exceeding gait
He defied any who would determine his fate
The expanse of land would become his home
He’d rear up to all wherever he roamed
But he came back to the boy on shore,
And tried to forget what happened before
Here was the one whom he’d given his heart
Winning his trust for an impeding new start
Joyce E. Johnson (2015)
Footnotes: I love horses and growing up as a child there were some favorite Children’s classics I loved reading, and watching on TV when they were made into a movie. One of those was, The Black Stallion, about a young boy, Alec that befriends a beautiful black Arabian horse after they alone survive a shipwreck, and find their way to shore after a perilous journey at sea. After finally bonding they become inseparable, and eventually the stallion is trained as a racehorse by another friend and trainer who teaches Alec how to ride and race his horse like a pro. The above poem is one I wrote many years ago, but revised recently to post here with this photo taken from the internet advertisement of the movie. You can find more information on The Black Stallion here.