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- Black Butterfly is the fourth studio album by American hard rock band Buckcherry. The album was released on September 12, 2008 in Japan, Canada, and the United Kingdom while being released on September 16 in the United States. It had been in production since late 2007.
- "Rescue Me" is a pop - dance song written by Australian singer-songwriter Dannii Minogue, Joey Johnson and Dee Wright for EuroGroove's greatest hits album The Best Of (1995). The song features guest vocals by Minogue and was produced by Tetsuya Komuro.
- "Rescue Me" is a song written by Fontella Bass, Raynard Miner and Carl Smith. In 1965, it was released as a single by Fontella Bass. It would prove the biggest hit of Bass's career, reaching the number one spot on the R&B charts for four weeks and placing at number four on the Billboard Hot 100.
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- While so connected or under computer control
- Keep under careful or protective observation
- a small portable timepiece
- Secretly follow or spy on
- Look at or observe attentively, typically over a period of time
- look attentively; "watch a basketball game"
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This is Joey…and it may sound silly that we named a praying mantis but there is a story behind him being named.
One night I walked out on our back patio and there he was on the ground all wrapped up in a spider web barely able to even move. I thought he was dead initially, he looked as if he was in a straight jacket, his legs tightly pressed against his body but when I looked closer I could see he was still alive.
Well….I do not have the ability to look away when any creature is suffering so….Operation Rescue Joey went into action and I swooped him up and into the house we went. I had just put my 5 year old to bed but after swooping Joey up I headed into her bedroom because she is just the best little assistant when it comes to rescuing anything.
I grabbed some tweezers and a cup of water and my daughter and I went to work on Joey. I had never done anything like this before so I was totally not sure if we could save him as he was pretty bad off and trying to gently pull the web off of him was so scary because I thought for sure one of his legs would break. One of his legs was already injured prior to me pulling off the web so I had to pay close attention with that one. The water really helped to get the web off but it took about two hours to free him of this straight jacket. Once he was free I had to encourage him to stand but finally he did get up on his feet.
The next task would be figuring out how to care for him since he would need time to recover. I got online and looked up praying mantis care and found out that they will eat cat food. YEAH! I have cats so cat food was on the menu. LOL
The next week would prove to be an experience like no other…caring for Joey and watching him heal touched my heart in a way I did not think it would. I had made him a recovery room out of a cage but had to screen the entire thing to keep him safe, he didn’t mind at all because he could see out all around him. I would feed him with a little baby spoon and he would eat the cat food right off of it as I held the spoon. After a few days of care he began to get his strength back and so we graduated to live food. Yes, my daughter and I would be outside catching flies with a net, little moths too. Trying to catch these things alive was not easy let me tell you. Once caught we would put them in Joey’s cage and he would handle the rest. I didn’t like to watch that part. LOL
Anyway, it took a little over a week and Joey was starting to look pretty good, he was moving around normally and he was eating like a little pig…we new it was time to set him free.
I took his cage outside on the porch and opened the door, he didn’t come out right away so I just left it open and went on about my daily duties outside in the garden. Every few minutes I would look over to see what he was doing and he was inching his way out. Finally he was on the outside of the cage on the top but he wouldn’t go any further. I was a bit worried he wasn’t ready yet but when we would come close he would jump on us so we could hold him and then I would place him back on top of the cage afterwards, he seemed to be in good shape. Joey did begin to venture out on the plants I had around him but he stayed on our porch for another week before finally leaving and each time we walked out there he would jump on us, we were friends and it didn’t matter if were suppose to be or not…we were.
This photograph was taken during our little journey together, after he had healed.
His name is Joey.
Baby Wabbit To Grass: "Nom Nom Nom"
The other day, I look out the window and I see both dogs very, very interested in one spot on the yard. Which isn't good, because the dogs are never on the same page about anything. So when they both get excited about one thing, I know it's either:
Turns out this was kind of both. They had discovered a small rabbit warren (or burrow -- is it not yet a warren if it's only for the babies? What am I, a rabbitologist?).
I didn't know what I was seeing: I just saw a clump of grass and fur covering up a well-known hole in our yard. I figured the neighbor's cat had killed something, because that cat is the bane of our yard's nature. Seriously. Birds at our bird feeder is just "snack time" for the cat. A month or so ago, when snow was on the ground, a great spattering of blood and gray fur lined the length of the ground next to my car. (Oh, and here's a tip: people, keep your cats indoors. They're pets. You don't let your children just wander around for eight hours on open roads and yards, don't let your pets do the same.)
So, I pull out some of the fur from the hole, and a baby rabbit springs free and bolts for the fence. This is, of course, super-exciting to the terrier, who decides to chase. That rabbit flees. I drag the dogs back inside.
And sure enough, two other babies ("kits," or "kittens," I think -- again, not a rabbitologist) are curled up in the burrow.
So, I covered it up with the fur again and threw some more grass clippings on top.
They're still in there. The third one has returned, too.
Problem is, these rabbits defy conventional wisdom on wild rabbits.
They're dumb to danger. I went out today and threw some grass atop the burrow again, and who comes tumbling out but the rabbits, who gleefully begin chomping on the grass (which means they're older than I thought, by the by). Meanwhile, I'm only a few feet away.
So, I get the camera, and not only do they allow me to get close, but they actually approach me. Which isn't good for their survival mechanisms, though it certainly cranks up the "cute factor" a hundredfold.
In fact, reading sites online, I find out that baby rabbits can die just from exposure to humans, because humans can cause them such extreme stress that their little bunny minds can't handle it and they, I dunno, have a nervous breakdown or something.
Not these guys. These little dudes kept coming out of their hole to check me out. I kept trying to shoo them back in.
And, meanwhile, one of the cats next door is skulking about on the neighbor's yard. So, now I have to sit in the office and watch out the window to make sure I don't have to mount some sort of rabbit rescue operation.
Crazy part is, it's not like rabbits are particularly good. They eat gardens. They're ultimately pests. But, like deer, they're just so damn cute. Especially when they're babies. You just want to hug them and squeeze them and pet them. I'm like Lenny over here.
Saddest part is, apparently, 95% of all wild rabbits don't survive past a few months. And while their life potential is 9-10 years, their average actual lifespan is around one year.
So, I shall stand vigil over these dumb, fragile, unlikely-to-live little pests and see what happens.
Here's a picture.
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