The treasures of neglect
When we moved to our Dedham house, we left one room full of junk that we never took with us. Fortunately our beloved friend Alex has been living there all that time, and all that stuff sat there as it has, for three years. That doesn't seem like a lot of time, but when I went back recently and grabbed a few boxes I was surprised by what I found.
I was vaguely aware that this photo existed, but had no idea where it was, if it was anywhere any more. This is from around 2003 when I was working at Drumlin Farm. The wildlife care staff was visiting a wildlife rehabber. We acquired most of our collection animals from rehabbers--animals that had been rescued from some man-made trauma and cared for well, but could not be safely released into the wild.
This is a fisher Martes pennanti cub. Very cute but kept biting my shirt and I had to pry his jaws open to get it back!
I was vaguely aware that this photo existed, but had no idea where it was, if it was anywhere any more. This is from around 2003 when I was working at Drumlin Farm. The wildlife care staff was visiting a wildlife rehabber. We acquired most of our collection animals from rehabbers--animals that had been rescued from some man-made trauma and cared for well, but could not be safely released into the wild.
This is a fisher Martes pennanti cub. Very cute but kept biting my shirt and I had to pry his jaws open to get it back!