I have been back at the sanctuary for a month now. It has been wonderful. I have been anxious and cautious at times; things change, people change. I feel it is a careful balance between respecting the now (what I’m allowed to do, when I should ask for help/direction/guidance) but also not shirking responsibility I’m aware of from the then.
One thing several volunteers asked me after the meeting today was if I was going to be promoted quickly, go back to my old status, etc. It amazes me how little I’m interested in that. Not that I don’t want to be out there that much, but that I feel I can do so much just as I am right now.
Why do I think you’ve been waiting for this post? Pictures.
First, I got home yesterday with an hour to get all purty for a date. This is how dirty I was:
See the sock line? That’s the color the rest of me was supposed to be. I did not snap an after photo because when you are that dirty and have an hour to get date-presentable, you don’t have time to take more than one picture.
Then, today after our monthly meeting, I grabbed my camera and begged an old friend to walk me around a bit. (As a LL, I shouldn’t be wandering by myself in certain areas.)
Cougar cub, roughly seven months old. Rescued with his two siblings from Idaho after a hunter shot his mother in late fall.
All three siblings, peeking out from their den.
Lioness seized in a drug bust in Tennessee. The Nashville zoo could not keep her for many reasons, one being she was declawed. Her elbows had huge growths on them when she arrived years ago. They had grown to protect her joints from the concrete on which she was kept. A few months of a natural enclosure and good diet did wonders. (You can see one still a bit knobby although it is a poor picture of it.)