A Tip for Everyone Who Wants To Help the Birdies

A man came in with these today:





Aw, they're preciousssss... Yes, I know. However, what he should have done while mowing the lawn was left them alone. When you see a nest on the ground, leave it be - the mother can still see the babies, she will take care of them.





If you have already picked up the nest and put it in a container, do not bring it to a zoo or any type of other facility... We really can't do anything for the little babies... The mother can only care for them when they are that size... I'm sorry, but I've never lied to you guys before and I refuse to sugar coat these things if I haven't done it before...

If you're sensitive, take a long blink, and scroll down... until you see the smiley face... read AFTER the smiley face.... Alrighty my little soldiers - that picture above there is our kitchen...the baby birds are in a sandwich container... we work in a zoo full of predators... Now it's your turn to use your imagination.





Should you find a nest ON THE GROUND and you feel like it's in some sort of danger, grab a basket from your home, like this one:: :: and put the nest in there WITHOUT TOUCHING THE BABIES! DO NOT TOUCH THE BABIES! I know you may think they're adorable and ready for a good cuddle to your cheek, but I will tell you true - they are not. Simple as that. Just don't do it. They're animals... and their mother would not be pleased if you took her babies and squashed them to your fleshy mouth sack.

So, put the nest in the basket, and hang the basket in the tree. And then leave it all alone. Don't go back to check on them later, don't assume that you have some custody of the little birds because "well, they're living in my basket, in my tree, in my yard"... Don't do it.

That's about all I feel like saying on the matter...

Oh! To the couple who came in with bread today... I am well aware that you were feeding the chickens and the ducks and such... but please leave your bread in the car... There was half a loaf in the bag when I took it from you... I wound up throwing the bag away... That's procedure or something... so, to save you money and to save the world bread... if you could feed the ducks and the chickens and the peacocks or whatever comes out into the parking lot, and then toss the bread into your car before you come into the zoo... that'd be super....



I'm fired up for bed now!
It's going to be a good sleep!
^_6;;Jereality

How Much For That?!

So remember last post I said maybe I'd have an interesting dream tomorrow night? Well 'tomorrow night' was last night, and I did have an interesting dream.

I was back in my high school... well, sort of. I was in a school building, but I have a feeling it was my school mixed in with some of Hogwarts because the walls and everything were made of some serious stonework. Anyway, it was a holiday; I think it was the fourth of July or Memorial Day... I don't remember which, but I do remember it was odd because it was snowing out, and no one approved of it.

I remember walking up the steps with one of my good friends - an old friend from my waking life... he moved when we were both very young, and we see each other occasionally, speaking through social networking sites... Facebook being the primary source... Anyway, Kevin and I walked up some stairs and saw a girl an older girl dressed in darker colors, her hair in disarray, crimped, and colored and poofy go into a room. So, we followed her, now with Sibling in toe, and walked in on a classroom full of degenerate people whom Kevin seemed to know.

'Take a seat,' he said. Sibling and I did... Sibling brought a picnic basket... weird. So, we sat down, and the older girl at the front of the classroom [-who upon waking I can tell you was an older, slightly larger Dakota Fanning as Cassie from Push -] She took a piece of chalk and began writing on the board.

'One is worth two CDs. Two is worth one DVD. Five is Fifty dollars,' she said, writing it out on a chart.

|One - 2 Cds
|Two - 1 DVD
|Five - $50
|One Bottle - $100-$500
|Two Bottles - $1000-$2000
|Five Bottles - $8000

Now, I didn't understand how her system worked, or what she was talking about, but I did notice that all of her 'o's looked like coffee cups. After her meeting was over, and everyone that was in there was gone save for Sibling, Kevin, 'Cassie' and I, she walked over and made a point to show me her coffee cup 'o's.

After she showed me that, she handed me a small blue pill and told me the first one was a freebee. That's when I told Sibling to go home. Sibling went away and it was just Kevin and I in the room. He was bouncing off the walls, laughing bout the deal he had just made.... bringing two people instead of one to his meeting. Apparently that gave him discount or something. I had only shrugged and popped whatever Cassie gave me in my mouth and sucked on it for a while.

After it did nothing, Kevin told me to take it out and open the capsule. 'That's just a sugar pill,' he told me, throwing it on the ground. 'This is a heroin pill,' he said, handing it to me, and putting his own in his mouth before taking my hand and the picnic basket and leading me out of the room where we ran into a teacher. The teacher shifted between Snape, McGonagall and some random made up person, yelling at Kevin and I as we ran down the stairs, meeting Sibling at the bottom.

We all were laughing as we ran to the park, and then I woke up....

It was weird... I remember some of the scenes so vividly... the part where we got to the park, and the screen of my mind moved so that it captured an arch and a lamp post and the three of us just running around... and the scene at the far end of the classroom, when Kevin gave me the heroin pill... and when I opened the sugar pill, having Kevin take it from me and put it in his pocket... it was all very strange...

I wonder what tonight will have in store....


^_6;; Sweet dreams & pleasant nightmares!

-Jereality

Headaches and Heartattacks

It seems the soap keeps running out in the shower... the bar soap. Whenever I get to it, it's always a small triangular piece, less than half an inch in width and about an inch by half an inch... all from a standard size piece of soap.

That's just something that was on my mind and that bothered me. I thought I should inform you all.

On a side note, I've been waking up with terrible head aches for the past couple of days. I think it's because I've been dreaming of working.... which has been kind of annoying, because I don't want to work when I dream. That's why I sleep. Last night, in my dreams, I was cleaning out a gigantic bear exhibit when five men and their dogs entered the exhibit. The dogs were solid colors; there was a bright blue one, a bright lime green one, a purple one... and I don't remember the other two... a pink one....

I don't understand why there were there... I woke up... but the bear was didn't want them there and was charging at them before I opened my eyes...

Maybe tonight I can get something else interesting and I'll tell you all about it....

Sweet dreams & Pleasant nightmares!

^_6;; Jereality

Greta :: 11/12/2001 - 7/10/2009

I thought I had it all out of my system.

I didn't think when Greta hopped in the van she didn't think she wouldn't be coming back with us.

That's what bothered me the most.
I don't want her to think that I betrayed her.

She won't hurt anymore... I know the benefits of her "life" now, what with euthanasia. She won't be in pain... and she was, she really was. She couldn't see, either. So, what she was doing here wasn't really living.

I thought, though, with what I had already written, I would've gotten everything out of my system. But as I sat in the room, looking all around the place...

The thing that bothered me the most was my dad.

The only other time I've seen him cry was at his Aunt Mary's funeral. And only that was for a few seconds... a few tears. These tears were different.

Father sat on the floor with Greta the whole time. She was his, really... I think of the four of us, he really did love her the most... He loves a lot... Now he hurts a lot.

I don't have a dog anymore.
I miss her.

What Do You Mean, 'This Sounds Familiar?'

Concerning Zookeepers

Zookeepers have been living and zookeeping in the four corners of the Zoo for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the City Folk. Earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count Zookeepers must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great thinkers nor counted among the very strong. In fact it has been remarked by some that Zookeepers' only real passion is for animals. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the collecting of peacock feathers and the hosing of walk-ways. But where our hearts truly lie is in the peace and quiet and calm of being behind the fences... For all Zookeepers share a love of things that are distant. And yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me : it is not bad thing to celebrate a simple life

And so life in the Zoo goes on very much as it has this past Age, full of its own comings and goings, with change coming slowly. If it comes at all. For things are made to endure in the Zoo passing from one generation to the next. There's always been a Jereality loving the Zoo here in the world. And there always will be.