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Where Have All the Seal Pups Gone!!

In Amelia Curzon blogs, Animals, Save the Seals, Wildlife on April 16, 2012 at 12:15 am

Alas and alack, the season has begun. No, not the football season, not the cricket or rugby season, nor that of any other acceptable sport. In fact, the season now open is for one of the most hideous pastimes ever invented.

Ladies and Gentlemen, children and pets, roll up, roll up! It is now ‘club a baby seal to death’ season.

The coming of spring marked the start of yet another merciless bloodbath, or the annual commercial seal hunt as it is more often referred to. Every year, in Eastern Canada, fishermen are allowed to take up clubs and set about the heads of baby seals, pounding away at them until they have extinguished their lives. Others favour the gun.
This year the death target is 325,000 seals, but just for good measure, a further 10,000 harp seals have been added to the quota to cover the aboriginal allowance. Both figures are always exceeded.

As heartbreaking goes, this rates a 10 on a scale of 1 – 10.
As unacceptable, it rates a further 10.
The value of the lives of these animals, however, cannot be rated. Life, by the very virtue of the fact it is life, is too precious to put a price on.

The barbaric way in which these innocent little creatures are being slaughtered is indefensible and unforgivable. Some are even skinned alive. Most are less than four weeks old.

It must be very easy to approach a docile and unsuspecting, possibly even trusting, baby seal. This is all incomprehensibly cruel. It is time for everyone who cares, to act.
Over a four year period over one million baby harp seals have been killed, for profit, by Eastern Canadian fishermen. Profits from the slaughter come mostly from the sale of luxury items. The financial return on this activity is very low. Ironically, the fishermen are able to make far more money from exporting seafood to the United States, their largest market.

Where is the justification for all of this! There is none. It must end. Not just for a season, but permanently.
You can help! We all can!

Listed below are some very worthy sites where YOU can make your mark and help these otherwise helpless animals.
Steal yourself and help to save a life!

http://www.humanesociety.org/issues/seal_hunt/tips/boycott_highlights.html

http://www.seashepherd.org/seals/what-you-can-do.html

http://www.harpseals.org/index.php#url

http://www.canadasshame.com/Stop.aspx

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All Good Roosters Go To Heaven

In Amelia Curzon blogs, Animals, Pets on March 1, 2012 at 12:19 am

It has taken me a while to start on my second blog, it got lost in the confusion of marketing and promoting in so many places, I found I completely lost track of where I was.  Far too much information seemed to be coming my way. Then sadness descended and I thought I would take the time to share it.

Cuthbert with Hens

This is my beautiful Cuthbert, a six-year-old Partridge Blue Brahma.  At least he was until this morning. He stood two and a half feet high and weighed enough to feed 30 people at the appropriate festival lunch. Don’t worry, we feed them, they don’t feed us. Just thought it was worth a mention.  He was a big, big bird.  He was also gentle and funny.

Upon his demise, his small harem of hens, now reduced to three, didn’t bat a wing! They looked, turned and carried on with the day’s scratching and foraging.  The loss of their ‘leader’ fazed them not one iota. It quickly became obvious Cuthbert would clearly be more missed by his human friends than his own kind.

All his life these particular three hens bullied him mercilessly. He was forever having his legs treated and bandaged as a result of ruthless pecking.  Poor old thing didn’t stand a chance, nor did he ever put up a fight!  Whereas I am quite fond of my trio of very pretty Bantams, these hens were, and still are,  downright murderous and bloodthirsty.  Throughout their short lives they have killed and consumed  vast arrays of smaller wildlife, mice, baby frogs and small birds, to name but a few of their victims, and rather like cats they have played with and tormented their prey and even fought over it. Even the dogs and cat give them a wide berth. (But they will also receive a decent burial when they die– no-one ends up in the freezer in this house!)

Dear old Cuthbert did his best to keep them in order, but to no avail. Big as he was, as far as they were concerned, he just didn’t have that ‘je ne sais quoi’.  Never the authoritarian; he was simply large, lovable and clumsy. That is not to say he did not have a happy life.  He did. Though it has to be said, he never could crow properly and, perhaps due to his size and weight, he could not fly, even a few yards.  His run was strikingly reminiscent of John Cleese in the Ministry of Funny Walks and his risible advances towards his hens in his younger days just don’t bear repeating.  He also loved his food and would patiently wait for it by the back door each day, several times a day – which I shall miss.

Cuthbert had looked a bit shaky for a couple of days when we saw him spread-eagled on the grass and lying very still.  Realising he had probably gone, we discussed briefly where we would bury him and I, with heavy heart, moved towards his ‘body’  as my son appeared at my side with a shovel and a sad expression.  As I gently lifted Cuthbert up, he in turn lifted his head, looked at me, my son and the shovel and immediately sprung back into action. He was having none of it!

This happened three or four more times, minus the shovel, until it became apparent he was not going to be with us much longer. Last night I had to carry him to his bed and this morning, after I had stroked him and talked to him for a while, he left us.

Losing pets, which are truly our friends, is always sad, but writing this now I can only see the pleasure he gave to us and the amusement he provided, and the admiration he drew from others. People, of course, not his monstrous consorts.

Life, of course, will go on as usual, but Cuthbert will always remain in our hearts.

Cuthbert   2006 – 2012

 

Get your copy of Mungai and the Goa Constrictor here

In Animals, Mungai and the Goa Constrictor, Teen Fiction on February 6, 2012 at 10:37 pm

  
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Set in a rainforest of an unspecified continent, Mungai and the Goa Constrictor is a tale littered with colourful and enjoyable characters, conspiracies and unlikely friendships between the species. Told through the eyes of animals the narrative explores the predatory world of deception and greed. The book carries an important missive; ‘Beware of predators in the guise of friends’.

Mungai, the central character, is a jungle creature of indeterminate origin, who creates a cunning master plan allowing him to find ways of passing through life without too much cost to himself and as little effort as possible, and at the expense of others not as strong-minded or as clever as he is.

He goes all out to achieve his objectives, regardless of the consequences, as he sets out to destroy the rainforest for personal gain.

On his travels Mungai encounters an equally ruthless and selfish creature, a boa constrictor called Goa, and together they go in search of innocents to use to implement their designs.

They subsequently meet, befriend and manage to convince all manner of creatures to join them in their venture with promises of great rewards in return for small labours.  The creatures believe their efforts to be beneficial to the environment and look forward to the promised bounty.  Before too long, some notice their hard work continues but the rewards are not forthcoming and they begin to realise, with some input from the good outsiders they have teamed up with, the two legs, that what they are involved in is not good for anyone.

Dissatisfaction begins to burgeon and rebellion is on the cards.

Mungai finds out, all too late, that those he shamelessly inveigled into his plans are not as naïve as he first thought and eventually the tables are turned.

The perpetrators become the victims as Operation Equinox is devised and executed.

Read  reviews:

https://ameliacurzonblogger.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/a-cautionary-tale/

https://ameliacurzonblogger.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/an-environmental-allegory-for-our-time/

https://ameliacurzonblogger.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/a-tale-for-adults-and-children-alike/

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