- FlyawayActivists, welfarists and everyday people had one simple request: Please do not slaughter the geese. But somewhere within the Missouri Department of Conservation, The Canadian Geese Problem (backed by biased and bloated data) rose to kill-level priority…
- Bloodprints On IceA white furry face with black moon eyes presses against her frantic mother. The pup hesitates before lifting her head to meet the blow of a club. Two more hits smash the fragile skull. The hunter forces a hook into the baby seal's head to haul her across the ice floes to a waiting boat…
- Why I'll Never Be A Zoo MomSoccer mom. Backstage mom. No problem. But the day my son pleads “Mommy, can I go on the zoo field trip?” my answer will be no. I want my son to see animals. Just not at a zoo, where wild creatures devolve to abstract still lifes. But how do you tell a child…
- Saving Whales At The Edge Of The WorldSo here I am in Columbia, MO, a small college town and weird place to meet my globe-trotting friend, Tim Gorski of Rattle The Cage Productions. But there he is: Auburn hair and arty beard under a film-ish beret. And quite serious about the film, At The Edge Of The World. Edge premiers at the True-False Film Fest. It depicts volatile wars between the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society and Japanese whalers in the Antarctic Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary…
- Bears Crushed In CagesHe might have stood 6 feet tall, a 260 pound moon bear named for the gold crescent across his ebony chest. But this bear can't rise or turn. His eyes gaze nowhere. Over two decades, the bear grows beyond the bounds of his cage. Friction wounds scar his face, paws, back…
- Wired To Be Wild: Primates Are Not PetsTravis once worked in show biz, commercials mostly. But when Travis outgrew his cuteness, he moved in with Sandra Herold as her 200-pound “pet” chimp. One day, a visitor rubbed Travis the wrong way. As Charla Nash exited her car, the 15-year old chimp tore open her face…
- Notes From Underground: A Philosopher, A Mortgage, And A DeerWhen a deer wanders into their yard, Tom shoots it. “I got that deer on my own property!” Tom gushes. The deer's head now decorates his family room. “Yes, it was all working just like it was supposed to,” McClellan concludes. This is fate? Picking off backyard wildlife? To me, it's more of that empty flutter, a senseless life-stealing moment. A shot in the afternoon. Gone…
- Sport Or Recreational Murder?Sunlight crossed trees as the hunter silently stalked his prey. He thought of similar treks with his Dad. They'd worn rugged boots and warm flannel shirts to hike in search of squirrels, rabbits or ducks. He still cherished their quiet fellowship in the woods. After shooting his first deer…
Disaster aid for animals + action for all
hurt by greed, cruelty, hate.