Circle P Wildlife Rescue: Mother Molly

Who we are... and who we aren't

Who we are:

We are John and Teresa. We live in rural Rains County, Texas. We both grew up involved in farming and ranching. We learned how to care for animals from our parents.

John's dad worked for the Federal Bureau of Prisons. Inmates working on the grounds of the prison frequently found injured/orphaned small animals. These inmates knew who to bring the animals to: John's dad. Dad brought the animals home where John's mother and older sister bottle-fed them and nursed them back to health. When they were old enough to survive in the wild, they were released. Seems like there was always a baby ground squirrel, rabbits and other small animals living in a shoebox under the bathroom vanity.

Teresa started caring for orphaned babies on her own as a child. Growing up on a working ranch, Teresa frequently found injured and orphaned animals. Teresa raised baby Cottontail Rabbits on a regular basis - something few people are able do successfully.

When we first got married, we rescued and/or rehabilitated several dogs, a pigeon with one wing (result of a hawk attack) and a baby dove. We lived in town at that point and didn't really have a place to keep wild animals, but we did what we could.

In 2008 we decided, for a number of reasons to move away from the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex. We found a few acres with a small house and a barn on it just outside Emory, Texas. The owner of the property was an elderly man named John Hagen.

Mr. Hagen was an amateur conservationist and had home-made bird boxes of every size all over the property. One housed a colony of bees; Some housed flying squirrels; Others had owls, ducks, Bluebirds, etc. As John showed us around, we knew we'd found home. We bought the place from John and made friends with him. John was in poor health when we met him, and within a year of our meeting him, John died. We miss John very much and hope he would be pleased with our efforts.

What we believe:

We are conservative Christians and our work with wild animals is an attempt to give our testimony and to serve and honor God.

God created the animals:

Genesis 1:25 - God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.

God cares about the animals:
Luke 12:6 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.

God gives each person gifts or abilities to use in His service.

1 Corinthians 12:1 Now concerning spiritual gifts, brethren, I would not have you ignorant.
1 Corinthians 12:7 - But the manifestation of the Spirit is given to every man
1 Corinthians12:8 - For to one is given by the Spirit the word of wisdom; to another the word of knowledge by the same Spirit;
1 Corinthians 12:9 - To another faith by the same Spirit; to another the gifts of healing by the same Spirit;

We use our meager abilities to help these animals survive. We house, care and feed them until they are mature enough to survive on their own in the wild, and then we return them to where they are supposed to be - in the wild.

Who we aren't.
We're NOT animal rights activists. We believe these people are misguided and few of them ever lift a finger to actually help an animal. Most are quite content to make spectacles of themselves protesting outside a fried chicken restaurant or throwing red paint on people wearing fur coats. Not our cup of tea.

We're NOT against hunting or fishing. We believe hunting and fishing are very valid methods to keep animal populations within healthy boundaries, ensuring enough natural resources for all the wild animals to thrive. We support hunting as a source of healthy meat and have no qualms with hunters using wild game to feed their families.

We don't make pets of the wild animals, as much as we love them, it'd be a terrible disservice to them. They were born in the wild and that's where they're supposed to live.

Legalities: We are working to get our license from Texas Parks and Wildlife. In the meantime, we volunteer and are listed as sub-permitees of a larger wildlife rescue/rehabilitation operation in Terrell, Texas.

We are legally authorized to treat, house and transport wild animals.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Mother Molly

About a year ago, we adopted a stray dog at a local pet store. She was presented as an Australian Shepherd (but seems to have some Pitt Bull physical characteristics). We named her Molly. Molly has been the sweetest dog we could've ever asked for.

A few months ago, one of our goats had a kid that she abandoned. The baby goat didn't seem to have the will to get up or take milk. We brought the newborn goat to the house to give it some cholostrum milk and try to save it. Molly showed interest the baby goat. Molly stimulated the goat (caused it to have a bowel movement and urinate by licking - its just what mothers in the wild do), then she bathed the baby goat from head to toe. The baby still didn't want to get up. Molly put her nose under the baby's belly and began to lift it up until its back legs were under it. Then Molly raised the baby goat's front legs in the same manner. The baby was standing. We sat back in amazement watching this take place. The baby had given up and was about to die. Nothing we did worked, and we normally do a pretty good job with animals. Molly saved the baby goat.

Next, we showed baby squirrels to Molly - something we'd never try with our other dogs. Molly bathed and stimulated them.

Baby raccoons? Same thing.

Baby deer? You guessed it.

We've watched nervous, scared fawns come out of their transport cage, literally afraid to take a step. We've seen Molly walk quietly to the fawn, bathe its face and nuzzle it. You can see the fawn relax and get the idea that maybe its gonna be ok after all.

Molly is an amazing dog. Molly had been to several adoption fairs with no takers. The shelters can only keep dogs for so long before... well you get the idea.

Please give a shelter dog a chance to live.

A little kiss

One for you too!

Welcoming a new resident

Stimulating.

Mothering a baby goat

Molly with the baby she saved

Molly greets Critterbug

Molly

1 comment:

WannaBoffgridFebruary 29, 2012 at 6:56 PM
That is absolutely amazing and precious. She is a special girl!
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