corvus
Posted : 2/1/2007 7:25:07 AM
Gina, what I found interesting when I was in America is the total lack of interest the average American seemed to have for their own native species bar the very charismatic carnivores. I was so bummed that I didn't get to see a raccoon or an opossum because they're apparently not interesting to the public. In Australia, every zoo has a native animals section. They have nocturnal houses where you can see the kind of possums you pay people to remove from your roof, and they have kangaroos, which you can see in any half-decent patch of bush in the country. And yet, we love to see those common Australian natives. And there are plenty of natives we rarely get to see in the wild that we adore watching as well.
We also have a lot of rehabbers. The nice thing about pouches is that often when mothers are hit by cars, the babies in the pouch survive. We have a lot of wonderful people working for free around the clock to raise those babies with the soul intent of releasing them back into the wild. They cry as they see them go, but they always say it's worth it to know they'll have the life that was almost stolen from them.
I don't really understand how people can want to keep them. When I took Kit in I thought it was going to be awesome to have a wild hare living with me. I didn't expect him to live that long and I wondered if I would have to let him go sooner rather than later, but I wanted to keep him. Now, I wish I'd realised that it wasn't right to want to keep him. No one knows my harechild as well as I do, and so if I can't convince myself that I'm giving him everything he needs, then how can I be giving him everything he needs? I don't understand why people want to keep something that belongs in a different world. I just don't, and I doubt I ever will. I think, by taking them out of their world, you take away what is so wonderful about them. I only have my experiences to go by, and I can't imagine any other wild animal being easier to provide for, or really needing people. That's just me, I guess. What do I know?
Aery, the only sugar gliders I've ever met have been right little buggers trying their hardest to latch onto fingers. [

] I really cannot imagine them being nice pets. No one over here who's had to handle sugar gliders ever wants to do it again. [

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Once, many years ago, I was with a much older and wiser friend and we were watching a tiny wading bird foraging along the shoreline, darting back and forth, running and pecking. I was so charmed by it I said "I want one!"
My friend said to me, "You've got one; it's right there."
I didn't understand how significant that was until I had my own wild animal for a while.