I LOVED caring for these precious souls. Like i said this was my real job albeit without pay! Had to stop rescuing rabbits after 20+ years due to health issues.

My Creator is the ONLY ONE I TRUST!!!

Nanye-hi (Nancy Ward)

Waiting on mum. She has a tough job feeding this lot. Taken in the Savannah. Credit to @rememberingwildlife.

She was rescued off the street. Photos before and after. 1 year difference 🥹

Upset and gorgeous 🎥prajwal_pansare_patil, instagram

F🖕U C K THEM So gd sick of this sickening male dominated society!!! Men would NOT be on Earth without a woman!!! And ya know what, that might be a nice change!!!

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Inner peace begins with three words: NOT. MY. PROBLEM. ~ Sometimes it just comes to this!

Bless you fine gentle man!

He was 20 miles from shore in the freezing ocean, checking his traps. Then he heard a cry that didn't belong... Alistair is a crab fisherman, used to the harshness of the open sea. He and his deckhand, a young guy named Finn, spend their days in a battle with the cold water. They were three hours into their run, the boat rocking in the gray swell. Alistair was at the winch when he thought he heard it—a high-pitched squeak, almost like a bird, carried on the wind. He signaled to Finn to cut the engine. The boat went quiet, save for the slap of the waves. He heard it again, weaker this time. Alistair grabbed his binoculars and scanned the water. About 50 yards off the port side, he saw it: a tiny, dark speck, floating alone. It was a baby sea otter, separated from its mother, likely in a storm. It was weak, and the cold was clearly setting in. Alistair knew the rules about interfering with wildlife. He also knew that pup would be dead in an hour. He couldn't let that happen. He steered the boat slowly, leaned over the side with his long-handled net, and gently scooped the shivering, terrified creature out of the water. It was freezing and crying. Alistair ran to his cabin, grabbed a clean towel, and wrapped it tightly. He wasn't a vet, but he was a dad. He remembered he had an old baby bottle and some emergency milk replacer on board for stray cats at the dock. He warmed the milk with water from his kettle and sat down, cradling the otter like a newborn. Finn, moved by the sight of the rough fisherman so gentle, quietly took out his phone. "Easy now, little one," Alistair whispered, his rough voice softening as the tiny creature finally latched on. "Gotcha. You're safe now." Alistair cut their trip short, losing a day's pay, and radioed the coast. A marine wildlife rescue team was waiting for them at the dock, ready to take the pup to a rehab center.

Your job is not to please the world, it’s to align with your own aliveness. When you follow that thread, even if it looks messy, the path reveals itself under your feet.

"For the Fallen" (1914) by Laurence Binyon. The full stanza reads: "They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.." 🫡

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True beauty is not of the body or of the face. It is a thing of the soul. Of fire, air, breath, spirit, something brave and unafraid. S Amil