A few of the Macramé Owls got together yesterday for a special airing of ‘Elf’ to get them into the holiday spirit!
A few of the Macramé Owls got together yesterday for a special airing of ‘Elf’ to get them into the holiday spirit!
We took a few Macramé Owls on their first autumn outing in the Okanagan. Fittingly, we went to a nut farm.
Across the street, we spotted a building that had potential as a Macramé Owl Sanctuary.
Sadly, we can’t yet afford such luxurious accommodation, so we moved on to view the trees.
Our community helper pointed out some educational info about the site to Betty Boo.
We took time to pose as a group by the beautiful homestead.
Gretchen insisted on having her photo taken by the antique nut washer, still in use today.
We also took the opportunity for a photo with Jack Gellatly himself!
We had some fun with a wheelbarrow among autumn leaves.
We walked all the way to the lake.
We spent the rest of the time just hanging around the grounds.
One last photo – a close-up, just for fun!
A great mystery that appeared on the shores of Okanagan Lake has had the Macramé Owl Sanctuary team stumped.
Our transition of Macramé Owl Sanctuary headquarters to Canada has been fraught with delay and hardship. With lack of funding and suitable accommodation, the Macramé Owls have been living in cramped quarters, doing their best to maintain high spirits. While discussing housing issues, sanctuary volunteer, Darius Prince and I took a long walk along the beach of Okanagan Lake in the British Columbia Rocky Mountain interior.
Darius spotted a mysterious round parcel that had washed up onto the beach. What the heck was it?
Lo and behold, it was labelled “To the Macramé Owl Sanctuary, Canada”. What are the odds?!
There appeared to be a bit of a crack along the side of this chrysalis-like packaging. Coincidentally, we noticed nearby that somebody had left a blanket. Wanting to keep this sad package dry, we gently moved it over onto this blanket. We weren’t quite sure what to do next. As we pondered it, Darius noted a raft of ducks on the lake were slowly approaching us.
Then we noticed something really wierd was happening. Something began to emerge from the packaging!
Slowly slithering, something was creeping out!
On closer examination, Darius identified the tell-tale signs of jute and yarn, which is the typical plumage of the Macramé Owl.
Testing its vital signs, Darius is happy to report, it’s alive!
A strange, heartwrenching note affixed to its tail read: “Please love me, too.”
One of the mallards made it to shore, approaching with a concerned-sounding quack.
We decided we had to get this magnificent specimen away from the wet sand and cold snow to ensure its survival.
Looking a little shell-shocked, we encouraged the Macramé Owl to have a little rest upon a park bench.
A little compassion goes a long way with a Macramé Owl.
We decided he was too weak to remain homeless, so we brought him to the Macramé Owl Sanctuary for further rest and recuperation.
His origin remains a mystery, but our team is working with clues and will update you on his condition when we are able to piece together more information.
© March 2, 2014 | Annie Zalezsak
This is perhaps the most astonishing Macramé Owl survival story we have heard of to date. Have tissues at the ready. This story will move you to tears.
A little over 2 weeks ago, far away in New Zealand, Colleen Millar innocently purchased a doormat. Concerned about the environment, Colleen was delighted when the shop keeper assured her that the mat was made of recycled materials. Rolled up tightly with cotton string, she took the doormat home.
When she unrolled it, some mysterious objects fell out.
She didn’t think much about it at the time. She simply laid the doormat out on her door step.
Colleen is an avid supporter of the Macramé Owl Sanctuary and a frequent visitor to our Facebook page. Upon reading our report about Macramé Owl poaching, she was mortified to learn that Macramé Owls are still be hunted for their jute. When she put two-and-two together, she became considerably alarmed. Were poached Macramé Owl bodies recycled for something as indignant as a doormat?! Desperate for advice, she sent us this picture of her doormat (see below) and expressed her distress at this inconceivable possibility.
The Macramé Owl Sanctuary Team hears many tragic stories of Macramé Owl neglect. But this story truly hit home. Sadly, we had to inform Colleen that she may have unknowingly been involved in an immoral transaction with this purchase. We advised her to check the mat carefully for any remnants of ceramic eye or beak. Colleen reports:
“It occured to me that I had noticed a feather or two in the house. I just thought they had been blown in by the wind. But suddenly, it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I ran to the door, and Bob, our cat, had already made the gruesome discovery. Bob had somehow flipped the mat over, and was investigating random pieces of Macramé Owl parts!
“I nearly heaved. It was a disgusting sight! Nonetheless, I knew I had to photo-document this so that other innocent shoppers are not deceived; that they will be alerted about what to look for; and that no Macramé Owl is victimized by this insane, inhumane criminality ever again.”
While we may never know what horrors this Macramé Owl has been through, or what he looked like in his former incarnation, there is a happy ending to this atrocity. This doormat landed in the hands of Colleen, a caring Macramé Owl advocate, who just so happens to work as a Sterilization Technician in a medical environment. Colleen explains:
“There are some fine surgeons on our team, so I asked for their advice, and pulled in a few favours,” said Colleen. “It was touch-and-go at times, and I really wasn’t sure Frankie would pull through reconstructive surgery following such a traumatic ordeal. It just goes to show you what immense survival spirit the Macramé Owl species has. We’ll save them from extinction yet!”
Pictured below, a relieved Colleen keeps Frankie warm as he recuperates from surgery at home. How did he get the name Frankie? Colleen reveals:
“Well, obviously, we didn’t know what variety of Macramé Owl he was. Or even if he was a he or a she! So we named ‘him’ Frankie, after Frankenstein. We felt it was appropriate since we rebuilt him from random Macramé Owl parts and gave him life. I admit, he is a bit odd looking, and has a tendency to stare at nothing in particular, but that is typical of most Macramé Owls… isn’t it?”
Out of all tragedy comes some good. Colleen has since volunteered to campaign for Macramé Owl Anti-Poaching laws to be introduced into New Zealand. She truly exemplifies our motto: WITTOSOMO! (Whatever It Takes To Save Our Macramé Owls!)
I recently travelled to Canada to investigate reports that Macramé Owls are still being hunted for their jute. I discovered that Macramé Owl poaching is still rampant in the wilds of the western provinces. The severity of this environmental disrespect is still unknown, but we are making progress in uncovering the secrecy surrounding this despicable — nay, diabolical — behaviour. We need your help to stop this insanity now!
While there, I met an amazing person with an inspiring story of personal transformation. Amith Perera used to be a Macramé Owl Poacher. At one time, he saw this loathsome practice as a masculine, high adrenalin, entertaining sport. But before you judge, read Amith’s story.
“I used to be a Macramé Owl poacher myself. Outright, blatant and proud. It was such a rush! Stalking them, trapping them, and then hanging them proudly on my cabin walls.
“One day, I shot a Great Wooden Hoop Macramé Owl. For years, this variety had been my most valuable, highly sought-after kill; my greatest, proudest trophy. But as the gun shot echoed across the valley, something shocked my senses, thrusting me into a different time, shifting my thoughts, feelings, and the direction of my entire life.
“Within the harsh, dead silence that followed, I heard a meek and sombre “whoooo whoooo”. It stopped me in my tracks. As a lone tear escaped down my cheek, I whispered my guilty reply:
“I fell to my knees in remorseful despair. I realized I had shot a mother Macramé Owl, leaving its grieving orphans desperately seeking to understand the blasphemous act that had just taken place.
“I had to rethink my entire life. I had to take full responsibility for my actions. I vowed, there and then, to never, ever harm another Macramé Owl again — not even the pathetic, ugly ones!
“I now devote my life to protecting all Macramé Owls from harm.”
Amith now campaigns for Macramé Owl anti-poaching laws to be passed. He not only enforces regulations by bringing Macramé Owl poachers to justice; he also mediates between transgressors and victims to create greater inter-species peace and understanding.
I was so inspired by Amith’s story and resulting compassion for the plight of the Macramé Owl, that I invited him to join the Macramé Owl Sanctuary Team (Canadian Division) as our MOAPER (Macramé Owl Anti-Poaching Enforcement Regulator). He graciously accepted and we welcome his ‘insider’ information to aid our cause in saving many more Macramé Owls from devastation and trauma.
Below: Macramé Owl Ignatius (‘Iggy’ for short) congratulates Amith in his new role as MOAPER.
Through photographic re-enactments, Amith, Iggy and other Macramé Owl residents agreed to show our concerned Macramé Owl enthusiasts just what to look out for when identifying a despicable act of Macramé Owl poaching.
No Macramé Owls were harmed during this photo shoot. Any trauma re-lived by Iggy and the others was closely supervised by a professional Macramé Owl psychologist.
The Stalk, Swoop, and Swing Method. Below: Through some lame shrubbery, the poacher stalks the unsuspecting Macramé Owl hanging around in a tree amid an apparently safe locale, minding his own business.
The poacher swoops in, catching the Macramé Owl by complete surprise.
With absolutely no respect or dignity toward the Macramé Owl, the poacher rudely swings him over his shoulder and ignorantly saunters off with his prey.
The Lie and Leap Method. Below: The poacher patiently lies in waiting for the perfect moment to leap up and pounce on his prize.
As the poacher prepares to leap upward, the Lemon Macramé Owl notices in the nick of time, letting out an ear-piercing screech!
Alerted by the warning, and much to the poacher’s dismay, the Lime Macramé Owl has flown off to another tree for safety. Still, this does not deter the greedy poacher as he continues to leap in the direction of his prey.
Note: The only thing that will scare off a poacher, is if he knows YOU are around as a witness. Don’t be afraid to let him know you disapprove. Macramé Owl poachers are cowards that prey only on the innocent and defenseless. We ask that you bravely intercept a Macramé Owl poacher and stop him from continual victimization of these special creatures. He is sure to depart quickly, and empty-handed.
The Sneak and Snatch Method. Below: Here, the poacher cleverly sneaks up behind the trees where two unsuspecting Macramé Owls are socializing.
This tactic makes it easy for the poacher to snatch the smaller varieties of Macramé Owl.
The Entangle and Entrap Method. Below: This naive Macramé Owl is under the illusion that she is safe within (what she thinks is effective) camouflage.
But the determined Macramé Owl poacher stops at nothing to get what he is after. He uses a clever entanglement technique causing the so-called ‘safe camouflage’ environment to entrap the Macramé Owl. Despite a defiant struggle, the Macramé Owl is helplessly caught in the branches… and swiftly winds up in the evil arms of the poacher.
At the Macramé Owl Sanctuary, we provide the best opportunities for our residents to experience great entertainment and participate in creative activities. Greg is a highly skilled musician, singer and song writer. Zoë is an avid percussionist in Samba Galez. With such talent in the team, our Macramé Owls always have a song in their hearts.
As you can see, Alfonso (wearing headphones) has a particular interest in music technology. Madeleine and Lavinia are fond of the keyboards, while some of the others take a more relaxed perspective and enjoy the singsong.
Sometimes, it gets a bit rowdy with some old time rock and roll tunes.
At the end of a music session, Zoë lulls Skippy to sleep with a sweet and delicate lullaby.