Please Vote For Full Moon Farm

Please help FMF get this grant. They saved my life and help me find my forever home.

Vote for us at www.theanimalrescuesite.com and we could win $25,000 to
help pets in need.

The Animal Rescue Site is hosting a special challenge for eligible
Petfinder.com member shelter and rescue groups. The grand prize is a
$25,000 grant, and they will be awarding many other grants to rescue
groups with the most votes — a total of $100,000 in grants for animal
welfare organizations.

Think how many woofers we could help for $25,000!

Help us win! All you have to do is click to help rescued animals, and
then vote in The Animal Rescue Site $100,000 Shelter+ Challenge. Both
of these actions are absolutely free! You can vote once a day, every
day, from September 29 through December 14, 2008. Every time you vote,
or tell a friend to vote, you are making a huge difference for us.

After clicking to donate food and care, look on the right side of the
page for the Shelter+ Challenge tab. Enter Full Moon Farm as the
organization, NC as the state, click the search button and then the
vote button. It's that easy!

Vote today!
Visit: www.theanimalrescuesite.com

Emergency Help Needed! IKE rescues incoming

The rescue that Mom works for Full Moon Farm is taking in wolf/dogs who's home's was destroyed by hurricane Ike. Please help if you can and say a prayer for them and their safe journey to Full Moon Farm.
Below is a message from Nancy Brown owner and President of Full Moon Farm.

Hurricane Ike devastated Orange/Bridge City, Texas, home to friends of mine, and supporters of FMF.

Jerry and Donna Mills evacuated with their 11 wolfdogs yesterday, to a safe place. The goats and dog dogs were relocated when Gustav came in, almost 2 weeks ago, to Animal Haven Of Texas.

The Mills homestead is underwater, and they have lost everything except what they took when they left yesterday, which was clothes for a couple of days, irreplaceable papers, and the dogs.

Full Moon Farm and myself value the friendship of Jerry and Donna, and consider them part of our "Pack". Since they are currently homeless, they will be travelling from TX to Black Mountain, leaving tomorrow, hauling a trailer with the 11 wolfdogs crated on it.

I am asking for safe travel prayers and for donations to help the Mills family through this tough time. 11 animals will add to our feed bill, and we have to buy posts for the containment. (Enough fencing is already on the ground for our RE-building of smaller, older pens.)

There are several options to send your donations.

Please: Mail a check to Full Moon Farm, Inc., P.O. Box 1374, Black Mountain, NC 28711-1374, or go to www.fullmoonfarm. org and click on the PayPal or Donations link. A 501 (c) (3) tax exempt organization.

FLA (Florida Lupine Association, of which FMF and Jerry Mills are members of), will accept hurricane donations, mark Jerry Mills. Anyone who could like to send any financial support, no matter the amount, and doesn't want to deal with PayPal, can send a check -- write Jerry Mills on the memo line -- to Florida Lupine Association at P.O. Box 1765, DeFuniak Springs FL 32465. FLA is a not-for-profit organization -- 501 (c3) and any and all donations are tax deducible. www.floridalupine. org

Thank you all so much for your support.

Hope to see you at the Silent Auction on the 25th, or at the last Howl-In of the season on October 11th.

Hugz and Howlz,

Nancy

Husky Found Naples FL in the Estates area

Hello Friends,
A beautiful Bi eyed Female Husky has been found in the Naples FL in the Estates area Here is the email Mom got.

We received a call today about this dog…unknown husky or WD…obviously, she's husky. Very pretty girl…I'm trying to find the owners. The off-duty deputies that found her were going to have to tie her out as their dog does not get along with other dogs (and DAS did not come out as requested) so she is very temporarily in my rehab crate while I try to find her owners. She doesn't look in bad shape and was hanging around G's eating there. No one had come looking for her. I'm not sure if she was maybe a victim of the fires? Huskies can travel far, so she could have come quite a distance. If anyone can help to find her owners or foster or adopt (if owners do not appear) it would be greatly appreciated. She is a sweet girl but would need an experienced home (no little kids moving fast - other dogs unknown yet). Sibe rescue is full but they are being contacted with this email and will help to cross post her. There are two other sibes here in DAS (I was told) if anyone knows another rescuer or group that might have room for one or two… we all seem to have the same problem. Please feel free to share this email. The dog is being called Crystal for the moment (for the song by Crystal Gale "make my brown eyes blue"). Blessings, dd
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Here is the link to her pictures Please feel free to cross post

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Thinking Like a Mountain

Thinking Like a Mountain

Aldo Leopold

A deep chesty bawl echoes from rimrock to rimrock, rolls down the mountain, and fades into the far blackness of the night. It is an outburst of wild defiant sorrow, and of contempt for all the adversities of the world.

Every living thing (and perhaps many a dead one as well) pays heed to that call. To the deer it is a reminder of the way of all flesh, to the pine a forecast of midnight scuffles and of blood upon the snow, to the coyote a promise of gleanings to come, to the cowman a threat of red ink at the bank, to the hunter a challenge of fang against bullet. Yet behind these obvious and immediate hopes and fears there lies a deeper meaning, known only to the mountain itself. Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf.

Those unable to decipher the hidden meaning know nevertheless that it is there, for it is felt in all wolf country, and distinguishes that country from all other land. It tingles in the spine of all who hear wolves by night, or who scan their tracks by day. Even without sight or sound of wolf, it is implicit in a hundred small events: the midnight whinny of a pack horse, the rattle of rolling rocks, the bound of a fleeing deer, the way shadows lie under the spruces. Only the ineducable tyro can fail to sense the presence or absence of wolves, or the fact that mountains have a secret opinion about them.

My own conviction on this score dates from the day I saw a wolf die. We were eating lunch on a high rimrock, at the foot of which a turbulent river elbowed its way. We saw what we thought was a doe fording the torrent, her breast awash in white water. When she climbed the bank toward us and shook out her tail, we realized our error: it was a wolf. A half-dozen others, evidently grown pups, sprang from the willows and all joined in a welcoming melee of wagging tails and playful maulings. What was literally a pile of wolves writhed and tumbled in the center of an open flat at the foot of our rimrock.

In those days we never heard of passing up a chance to kill a wolf. In a second we were pumping lead into the pack, but with more excitement the accuracy: how to aim a steep downhill shot is always confusing. When our rifles were empty, the old wolf was down, and a pup was dragging a leg into impassable slide-rocks.

We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in her eyes. I realized then, and have known ever since, that there was something new to me in those eyes--something known only to her and to the mountain. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would mean hunters’ paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view.

Since then I have lived to see state after state extirpate its wolves. I watched the face of many a newly wolfless mountain, and seen the south-facing slopes wrinkle with a maze of new deer trails. I have seen every edible bush and seedling browsed, first to anaemic desuetude, and then to death. I have seen every edible tree defoliated to the height of a saddlehorn. Such a mountain looks as if someone had given God a new pruning shears, and forbidden Him all other exercise. In the end the starved bones of the hoped-for deer herd, dead of its own too-much, bleach with the bones of the dead sage, or molder under the high-lined junipers.

I now suspect that just as a deer herd lives in mortal fear of its wolves, so does a mountain live in mortal fear of its deer. And perhaps with better cause, for while a buck pulled down by wolves can be replaced in two or three years, a range pulled down by too many deer may fail of replacement in as many decades.

So also with cows. The cowman who cleans his range of wolves does not realize that he is taking over the wolf’s job of trimming the herd to fit the range. He has not learned to think like a mountain. Hence we have dustbowls, and rivers washing the future into the sea.

We all strive for safety, prosperity, comfort, long life, and dullness. The deer strives with his supple legs, the cowman with trap and poison, the statesman with pen, the most of us with machines, votes, and dollars, but it all comes to the same thing: peace in our time. A measure of success in this is all well enough, and perhaps is a requisite to objective is all well enough, and perhaps is a requisite to objective thinking, but too much safety seems to yield only danger in the long run. Perhaps this is behind Thoreau’s dictum: “in wildness is the salvation of the world.” Perhaps this is the hidden meaning in the howl of the wolf, long known among mountains, but seldom perceived among men.

Leopold, Aldo