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Pale Male Jr. Update

A letter I received Friday Oct 28, 05 from Switzerland

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A Farm saving turkeys:
Someone sent me the link to this site and I was pleased that there may be some saving grace out there. Please remember that you should do you own investigation if you're going to support organizations like these.

Here is information on the killing of innocent animals again--Parrots in Connecticut.

This is a site I bumped into tonight and couldn't stop reading

What Columbia University is doing right here in NYC.

Petition to ban NYC Carriage Horses
An Important meeting concerning the NYC Carriage Horses:
Community Board 4 Transportation Planning Committee
Wednesday, January 18, 2006 at 6:15 PM
330 W. 42nd St. 26th Fl. (between 8th and 9th Ave.)

Sunday May 15, 2005 4:30 PM
I sat on The Hawk Bench today determined to relax since the threat of rain left me bare of any camera equipment. I watched Pale Male jump off The Nest and shoot across toward the Boathouse Restaurant. Shortly after that well directed dive that has escaped Frederic’s camera for weeks now, I heard voices saying that he was on a tree close by. Having no camera with me, I reluctantly made my way over to The East Drive on my bike, where I was able to see him plunge his head into a robin’s nest and devour its last baby.
An image lingered with me of its mother which stood just a few feet away and watched the fruit of her labor for the last few months dissolve before her eyes. She cried out in protest to no avail. Just then the entire nest came loose under the weight of Pale Male’s enormous body and he fell with it clutched in his talons. He dropped it before hitting the ground and flew off toward The Pond. I immediately steered my attention to the small nest that had fallen on the grass under the tree. I tried to imagine what could still possibly be inside it as I approached the wonderfully crafted bundle. An onlooker got to it before I did and he prodded at it with his foot to closer examine its contents. I thought it disrespectful of him to use his foot on such a sacred thing as a robin’s nest but was somewhat relieved when he indicated that it was empty. I turned away and headed for The Ramble—I had enough of an experience to mull over. A montage of silent images cascaded through my mind, predominated by the face of the distressed mother robin. I saw the image of the helpless baby robin being plucked out of its safe home. I saw Pale Male sitting on his own nest of yet unhatched eggs. I saw an image of the mother robin watching me ride away from the site of her painful disaster.
I rode up the steep incline leading to The Ramble and distracted my thoughts with the strain of pedaling up the trying hill. Once I arrived at the crest I was compelled to relive the cruel actions I had just witnessed. Pale Male lives in a place very close to my heart, but the mother robin has a place not very far from his. How is it possible to keep them both there and accept what I just saw? Why didn’t he satisfy his hunger with an adult pigeon that already had an opportunity to experience the gift of life? That last meal of his required no hunt; it was literally ‘easy pickings’.
I parked my bike and sat down on a bench across from Avodia Field and tried to justify Pale Male’s unsavory behavior. I imagined the mother robin sitting on her nest—open to the frigid temperatures that she must have experienced during her incubation—and I thought of her delight in watching them crack open one by one, and her satisfaction of seeing their helpless little faces quiver as they each began to savor the first moments of life. I myself took a moment to delight in the peacefulness of being somewhat alone on my bench. I looked up into the trees and watched the fresh new leaves dance in a gentle breeze, seemingly delighted themselves with their new life. I reflected on my own life and how thrilled I was to be alive and well, to experience a brand new season in a beautiful country that has brought me the most wonderful years of my life and more so in a city that the thought of leaving if only for a day brings distress and sometimes panic.
I sucked in a chest-full of crisp air that had just been seasoned with a fresh light rain which awoke a potpourri of scents from nearby blossoms. I stretched my arm across the backrest of my bench and was about to slouch in for a quick doze when the plaque embedded in the wood of the backrest glinted in my eye. I read out the name inscribed on the small inlaid brass rectangle as I gently removed a tiny tan colored pollen sack of some sort that got itself lodged on one edge of the plaque. “Charles Francis Kennedy” then something about a feather falling.
Another montage of images appeared before me along with a wonder of why anyone would name their kid ‘Francis’. Then I imagined seeing Charles asking me for the little pollen sack, spinning it between his long fingers and immediately naming it both in English and Latin followed by a most entertainingly descriptive account of how, where and why that pollen sack got there. I felt an emptiness as I examined the little pollen sack, but from the palm of my hand I quickly set it back in motion from a blow of my breath. A thoughtful breeze picked it up and launched it further aloft.
Presently I was forced to terminate any further thoughts on the fate of wayward pollen sacks as I found myself sternly addressed by a half dozen or so demanding squirrels which word had gotten to of my having a container-full of raw almonds tucked away in my bicycle basket.

(above) Pale Male about to land on his nest.
Photographed from The Fisher Terrace. Friday May 13, 2005
(below) Pale Male flying off nest.
Photographed from The Fisher Terrace. Friday May 13, 2005

Nest Site Update: Sunday May 15, 2005

Day 67 of incubation/sitting (Based on observations from past years, this season's hatching is well overdue. However no one knows for sure when the eggs were actually laid. I am going to have hope as long as they sit on their eggs. They've been through a great deal over the last few months. Please keep sending positive energy their way.

For more detailed updates and observations Click Here.

Almost every time human beings celebrate, animals suffer and die.
Letters concerning Connecticut's parakeet killing

Many people are writing in about the killing of Monk Parakeets in Connecticut. This has been going on in Edgewater NJ, Brooklyn and I’m sure all across the country. As I read the first story a few days ago images went through my mind of human beings using tools to break open warm cozy nests and heartlessly watching these beautiful animals die. I am told 47 were already killed. Right then I thought of another beautiful bird that is being heartlessly killed—only much higher numbers—one estimate is 30 million. This beautiful bird will be the subject of jokes on television, it will be humiliated by The President and it will decorate millions of tables next Thursday. I am told to alert the Audubon Society about the plight of the Monk Parakeets—I will reserve my reaction to that. One link NBC30 from CT that someone sent me has a story from the same agency that a pastor has collected 500 turkeys to feed the needy next week.turkey collecting pastor I’m sorry but I cannot make sense of any of this.

Hi Lincoln,

I could sure use your help. Today I learned that the State of Connecticut, with the consent of the Audubon Society and the USDA, has begun killing the wild parrots that live in that state. Here's the news item.

(1010 WINS) (BRIDGEPORT, Conn.) With the blessing of the Connecticut Audubon Society, United Illuminating Company is killing off entire colonies of monk parakeets that have nested on more than 100 utility poles.

Federal agriculture officials say the bright-green South American natives are being captured at night and humanely killed with large doses of carbon monoxide. The birds are considered an invasive species, since they aren't Connecticut natives.

But the president of the Norwalk-based Friends of Animals calls it the sanctioned murder of intelligent avians. Priscilla Feral says taxpayers and UI customers shouldn't have to pay the $125,000 tab.

The eradications began this week in West Haven and will continue in Milford, Stratford, Bridgeport and beyond.

Please - take a moment to call, e-mail or write the following people. 47 birds have been killed so far; perhaps we can save the remainder from their cruel fate:


Nathaniel Woodson, Chairman of the Board and CEO The United Illuminating Company UIL Holdings Corporation 157 Church Street P.O. Box 1564 New Haven, CT 06506 Phone: 203 926-4637 Fax: 203-499-3286 nathaniel.woodson@uinet.com

USDA, Massachusetts/ Rhode Island/ Connecticut Monty Chandler 463 West Street Amherst, MA 01002 (413)-253-2403

The Connecticut Audubon Society Milan Bull 2325 Burr Street Fairfield, CT 06824 203-259-6305, ext 113 mbull@ctaudubon.org

Connecticut Department of Environmental Protection Wildlife Division Dale May 79 Elm Street Hartford, CT 06106-5127 860-424-3011 dale.may@po.state.ct.us

Also, please circulate (forward) this item to your email friends. Instruct them to call their media, animal cruelty societies, bird groups, animal rights organizations, animal and bird blogs, basically anyone who might care about this cruelty.

The people who kill wildlife in the middle of the night fear public exposure of their deeds. Publicity -- the sunshine of truth -- and accountability are the only things they fear.

Take a minute to forward this message or pick up the phone. You can make a difference. Don't let what's happening in Connecticut come to your state. It's wrong, it's cruel, it's unnecessary, and it's a crime.

I also received this message tonight from Brenda Piper, a Quaker parrot activist:

The Connecticut Association For Aviculture is mobilizing as we speak. I am a firm believer that most government officials, elected or appointed, as well as business people will only listen to residents of their state. This is why it is very very important that any and all CT residents turn out in force via phone and email to stop the carnage. If anyone on this list is a lawyer or knows a lawyer practicing in CT that would be willing to help us get an injunction to halt the utility, please have them contact me immediately at pipersparrots@comcast.net.

Thank you. Brenda Piper President

The price of the crime

We read it in the newspapers, we hear it on the radio every day, every hour, that hundreds of thousands, nay, millions of chickens, geese, ducks and turkeys are being pitilessly exterminated all over the world. We see them on television running for life, desperately flapping their wings, we hear their cries of terror as they are brutally grasped by men in masks and overalls, piled on top of each other in containers and either gassed or burned alive or thrown into pits and buried alive. And we accept it. There is no outcry, no protest, no scream of indignation. Even the World Federation for the Protection of Animals (WFPA) is keeping quiet. Nobody dares to accuse the administrations who are responsible for this and raise their voices to say out loud that this is not a way to treat sensitive, living beings, and that this is a crime and a heavy collective guilt for which we unfailingly will have to pay.

The price may be the loss of our migratory birds, along with the devastating and unimaginable consequences for the environment and for our own survival.

Migratory birds with their potential to spread avian flue have suddenly become the mortal enemies of man. “Killerenten” – killer ducks – is the name given by a popular Swiss newspaper to the innocent wild ducks and geese that are flying into our lands at this time, day after day, to pass the winter on our lakes. And in certain eastern European countries we can already see hoards of humans roaming about destroying birds nests in panic-stricken fear of some hypothetic virus. In blind and furious determination they are demolishing and burning down nesting areas and barricading all openings to cow sheds with netting and meshing to stop swallows from building their nests under the roofs and beams – a clear death sentence for that already heavily threatened species of birds.

What in heaven’s name has yet to happen before we recognise in our unrestrained consumption of meat and our abject and highly dangerous methods of factory farming the very source of our misery? How much more hardship, suffering and catastrophes still need to occur before we understand that the vile and stupid maxim of “mankind before all else” is leading us to ruin?

October 2005 FRANZ WEBER FOUNDATION, Switzerland

Fondation Franz Weber 1820 Montreux Switzerland Tél. +41 (0) 21 964 42 84 Fax +41 (0) 21 964 57 36

Lincoln, I am an avid follower of your site and know you support all things animal…

Please read below ... we know grass roots movements can bring about change.

This info was released by Bryan Kortis, President of Neighborhood Cats in NYC

thanks Jeanne Ulrich

p.s. in a separate email from Bryan yesterday

"The Archdiocese appears to be turning away emails coming in about the cats. Please go to this page for more ways to reach them:



For immediate release Contact: Neighborhood Cats, Inc. 212-662-5761 headcat@neighborhoodcats.org

"Pets Alive" Offers Sanctuary to Corpus Christi Monastery Cats

(June 7, 2005 / 7 pm EST) In an exemplary show of compassion, Sara Whalen, head of Pets Alive , has offered to provide a new home for the seven feral cats now facing starvation and possible impoundment and death at the hands of the nuns of the Corpus Christi Monastery in the Bronx, New York. The grounds of the monastery have been home to the neutered and rabies-vaccinated cats for the past eight years. Sister Helen, Vicar of the Religious Office for the Archdiocese of NY, has stated that the nuns of the monastery are considering whether to allow volunteers to trap and remove the cats so they can be transferred to Pets Alive.

We hope compassion will prevail and all parties will agree to this solution. For complete details on the situation, please read the earlier press release, copied below.

The cats have now not been fed for six days and counting.

(first press release:) What Happened to the "Cat" in Catholic?

(June 7, 2005) Newly elected Pope Benedict XVI's well-known love of stray cats apparently is not shared by the Dominican Nuns of the Corpus Christi Monastery in the Bronx, New York. The Mother Superior has ordered the removal of seven feral cats who are almost all neutered, rabies vaccinated and have lived on the monastery's five acres for the past 8 years. In a decision backed by the Archdiocese of NY, the plan is to first try to force the cats to leave by withholding all food and starving them. Then if they don't go on their own, the resident Sisters will trap them and hand them over to the city. Shelter workers would be forced to euthanize the cats because they are feral and unadoptable and have nowhere else to be placed.

The Vicar of the Religious Office for the Archdiocese, Sister Helen C., stated, "my compassion does not extend to these animals" and "they will be removed eventually, one way or another."

"The plan is not only cruel for depriving these cats of their long-time home and causing their suffering and likely deaths, it is ineffective feral cat population control," said Bryan Kortis, Executive Director of Neighborhood Cats, a leading feral cat organization and a member of the Mayor's Alliance for NYC's Animals. "Maintaining neutered feral colonies, using a method known as Trap-Neuter-Return (TNR), is the only proven way to reduce feral numbers in the long term. Otherwise, new unneutered cats will simply replace the ones removed and the cycle of suffering and killing will go on indefinitely."

Over the past eight years, at their own expense, volunteers have removed nine cats from the grounds of the monastery and placed them in homes. The cats too wild to be adopted were neutered and returned, stopping their reproduction, and were then fed by the nuns. Now, however, the nuns and the Archdiocese refuse to even meet with animal advocates to discuss the situation.

To protest this heartless and ill-guided assault on the cats, please contact the Corpus Christi Monastery and the Archdiocese of NY by phone, email or fax (see below.) Let them know we expect more from our religious leaders than pointless cruelty towards innocent animals:

Corpus Christi Monastery phone: 718-328-6996 fax: 718-328-1974 email: nunsop.bronx2@verizon.net

Archdiocese of NY phone: 212-371-1000 (ask for Public Relations or the Vicar of the Religious Office) fax: 212-826-6020 email: contactus@archny.org

Act now! The cats have not been fed for five days and counting!!

From www.nunsopbronx.homestead.com: "The DOMINICAN NUNS of Corpus Christi Monastery, Bronx, New York, are a monastic community dedicated to a life of prayer and penance for the preaching mission of the Dominican Order and for the salvation of souls."

For more on Trap-Neuter-Return: www.neighborhoodcats.org

Jeanne N. Ulrich Manager - Electronic Products Insurance Services Office, Inc. 545 Washington Boulevard Jersey City, NJ 07310-1686 Phone: (201) 469-2764

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