FIVE WEEKS AGO after an epic autistic meltdown that then a colleague disparagingly reduced to “venting”, I took an unplanned and unceremonious sabbatical from the nonprofit I helped form back in 2014 as part of “rescuing” a herd of fourteen urban goats from being split up into their original pairings and sold off.
Continue reading I Used To Be An Urban Goatherd, But Now I Am Nothing
Zoo’s Double Standard On Death Continues
“Oregon Zoo otter known for slam dunking and self-pleasuring,” headlined The Oregonian, “dies at age 20.”
Continue reading If Only This Goat Had Publicly Masturbated
Why Their Non-Marquee Animals Get Short Shrift
This is a thing that every pet-owner knows, whether or not they’ve yet to go through the experience. Animals get sick, animals get hurt, and animals die. It’s a given that this is something zoos have to deal with, too.
Recently, it’s been bothering me that the Oregon Zoo never really discusses this basic fact of animal life until and unless a death involves one of their marquee animals — say: elephants, lions, or polar bears. The deaths of other animals under their care don’t seem to rate.
Continue reading The Oregon Zoo Should Acknowledge All Its Deaths
This Life Is Like A Rollcoaster Baby Baby
THIS WEEK BEGAN in stress. It began with difficulty. “Today,” I wrote on Twitter on Monday while linking something I’d posted here, “is hard.” This post is long. You won’t read it. That doesn’t matter; I needed to write it.
Continue reading A Series Of Unfortunate Events
Even Doing Good Can Put Me On The Verge Of Tears
I’M COMPLETELY DRAINED by this weekend, which has not been my typical weekend.
I had to staff visiting hours at The Belmont Goats on Saturday as usual, which was steadily busy for the entire three hours, half of which I had to handle solo. Then I had to return to the field in the late afternoon to be interviewed by a local news station about the herd’s next pending move. Then I agreed to come back late that night to let them shoot the live introduction to that story from the barn instead of from the parking lot.
Continue reading The Exhausting Social Hussle