Labor Day Weekend

Comfy pants, re-runs, and sloppy habits are usually the hallmarks of a long holiday weekend. A chance to stalk your backyard in PJ's, wait to comb your hair until you have to go to the store for another bag of chips, and of course the obligatory afternoon nap. Not for me... not this time.

I volunteered my efforts to the large animal clan of the "Birdy Boyz" and have spent 4-6 hours a day loving rescued dogs grown fat on regular meals; feeding a flock of fowl, exotic and domestic, that greet me as I come through the door and grow sad when I lock up for the night; and wandering the scruffy gardens of a home dedicated to nurturing the less fortunate in the animal kingdom. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything, and I more sure with every visit that organizing a foundation to support the rescue and rehabilitation of abused and neglected birds is just the thing.