Feeding time for 5 week and 4.5 week old groundhogs!
“Youngest was found on a path. A dog killed the mother of the other one.” – Fran
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Another 2 or 3 months of Beaver work and I might need to get a bulldozer to tear his lodge down. It just keeps growing! Haha – Fran BEAVER BACKGROUND: Back in July we posted a video of a baby beaver, appx 4 weeks old, that was found but should have been left alone as…
Fran is Alive and Well!
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!! Fran is alive and well and still caring for wildlife!! Apparently there are rumors going around that she is retired, dying of cancer and quit rehabbing. NOT TRUE!! In true is that she has been very busy caring for all the injured and sick animals that come into the facility during the winter…
Babies, Babies, Babies!! – Important Information
Babies, Babies, Babies!! It’s that time of year again where OOWR is full to capacity with baby animals so we will be TEMPORARILY CLOSED until we have room to take in more animals. (But we will be back soon!) In the meantime, you can find other rehabilitators by visiting the Ohio Wildlife Rehabilitators website at:…
It’s been an insane year so far for animal admissions! As of yesterday, we’ve had 564 animal brought in. Whew! No wonder I am tired! 🤣😂
Thank God that I have my husband Ron to help me answer the phones (we can literally get over a 150-200 calls per day during baby season or bad weather) while I am doing all the things that need done to care for, feed, clean and house the animals. Not to mention running back and…
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A Christmas Memory
Today I would like to share with you a special Christmas Memory that I think many of you will enjoy. It’s about Stubby, our first educational groundhog and one that I think about every Christmas season. Earlier in the spring of this particular year, a farmer was working with a backhoe when he accidentally dug…
POOL PARTY
In the late ’80s, my husband, Ron, and I came home from a Memorial Day camping trip. I was tired after unloading the camper, so I went upstairs for an early soak in the bathtub. After getting into my night clothes I had my mind all set for a quiet, relaxing evening. Anyone that knows…