Serafina's Corner of the World

Castiel made it to Sausalito!!! Alive!!!

I can't remember the last time an animal I rescued made it to the hospital alive. Please keep your fingers crossed for his rehabilitation and release.

Woot.

11 1/2 hours at the Marine Mammal Center. Well. Not at. First, I did the four and a half our transport. Then, I came back and sat around. Then, I helped unload some sea lions and fill out paperwork and start to help give them IVs. But, then, we got called to rescue a couple sea lions. This took a half hour to do and an hour to drive back. Then fill out paperwork. And stuff.

I'm tired.

But. I named a cute little sea lion Castiel, so it wasn't a wasted day. :)

I'm no longer going to go out on rescues for sea lions anymore. I'll take calls, fill out paperwork, grind fishmash, do transports (maybe), and clean pens. But I am not, not, going to rescue, wrangle, tube, breath on, or touch any other sea lion. Every. Sea Lion. I've EVER rescued has died.

I'm like the Grim Reaper of sea lions. And they know it. Last time I was sent into a cage to wrap one up for feeding, it growled at me for no reason. Just took one look and started inching away, growling and looking pathetic. He'd obviously heard about me.

So, yeah. No more. I refuse to have that sort of weight on my head.

So, I didn't get a picture of me wrassling a sea lion to be fed (and I was adorable in my red slickers and gloves), but I got pictures of the kids.

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