Richard the Bablitch
HEY WORLD!
My name is Richard Bablitch and I am a husband, expectant father, animal/cat lover, ultramarathon runner/ amateur bodybuilder, literature lover, mental health survivor, and enfant terrible.
This blog will be about my interests and events in my life, most likely interspersed with memories and musings. Also, gratuitous pictures of my cats.
My name is Richard Bablitch and I am a husband, expectant father, animal/cat lover, ultramarathon runner/ amateur bodybuilder, literature lover, mental health survivor, and enfant terrible.
This blog will be about my interests and events in my life, most likely interspersed with memories and musings. Also, gratuitous pictures of my cats.
Lets see. where to start?
How about if today we talk about animals.
I was a SERIOUSLY messed up kid; Severely abused and in foster care.
I was a SERIOUSLY messed up kid; Severely abused and in foster care.
I had alot of rage and unfortunately when i was a child, i used to take it out on animals.
F***ed up, right?
It is a great shame of mine but i don't shy away from talking about it.
Well all that is many many years behind me and as an adult i am very very much an animal lover.
years of emotional maturity have changed my outlook on life and for the beauty of every life, especially animals.
In addition i try to personally rescue as many animals as i can.
what do i mean by that?
well, last year with my own hands i rescued 9 animals.
6 cats, 2 turtles, and a little rat.
some of the rescues were pretty simple and some were very intensive to carry out, both in effort and financially.
for example, to save the rat all i had to do was intimidate a few teen boys who were trying to hit it with a stick. pretty simple.
but to save the two very small kittens, took alot of effort and money, to say nothing of how difficult it was to trap them and nurse then back into health so we could take them to a shelter without fearing the shelter would put them down because they were too weak/unhealthy to adopt out.
The most recent animal rescue attempt was unsuccessful, and fairly sad actually.
I was driving down a country road at work with my buddy when we saw a flock of what looked like pheasants in the road. going the other way, barreling towards the flock of birds was a woman in an suv. it looked for all the world like she was going to try to intentionally hit them.
ryan and i kind of laughed about how maybe the woman was a psycho.
we weren't needed at that jobsite so 5 minutes later we ended up coming back the way we had came. as we approached where the birds had been, we saw two splattered in the road and a third flapping its wings, on the shoulder of the road.
"WAIT, GO BACK GO BACK!" i told ryan and he turned around to go back so i could get the bird.
now, theres a bit of a backstory to this. i've been telling ryan for awhile that if i saw newly hit roadkill on the side of the road, i would be happy because i would take it home and eat it. this whole thing started because at another jobsite we saw a huge group of wild turkeys and i convinced him to bring his crossbow so we could try to "get dinner". we never got dinner. although i did lose one of his crossbow bolts.
anyways, it kind of got out of hand, and at this point with a freshly hit bird on the side of the road he wasn't going to let me back down from it.
frankly, i had every intention of eating the damn bird. I've eaten pheasant before and it is delicious.
furthermore; although i care about animals, i am a voracious meat eater. i love the taste, the hearty sustenance, and as a weightlifter, i need the protein.
so we went back and ryan grinned at me, thrilled to see what i would do next. as a country boy he laughs at me for being a city guy. the idea of seeing me clean a pheasant tickled him, mostly because he knows i would butcher the job (pun intended).
i approached the bird, which was laying on the grass past the shoulder of the country highway, and i picked it up. and it was so warm and it's heart was beating so fast that i couldnt help but feel bad for it.
i immediately made up my mind not to kill it and eat it, but instead to try to nurse it back to health.
ryan laughingly encouraged me to clean the bird right then and there and take care of prepping it for the dinner table. but i deferred, giving the excuse that i would kill it when i got home. i didnt have a filet knife on me and i didnt want to risk fouling the meat by nicking the bowels or stomach with my dull work knife.
ryan accepted this with a knowing smile.
So we finished the work day. with the injured bird in the back of our truck, ryan teasing me the whole time, knowing i was out of my depth with the whole situation.
now, my wife is pregnant, and i had to take her to an appointment about an hour after i got home, and i realized that although i have cared for and nursed many mammals back to health, i have never successfully healed a bird.
When i got home, the decision was made to hurry and take the bird to the humane society before it closed and we did so.
unfortunately the humane society said that the bird's injuries were too extensive and it had little chance of recovering. And so they would be euthanizing it.
Team animal rescue lost this one, but we'll keep trying.
There are a couple feral cats that survived the winter and have been seen in our yard. the fervent hope of myself and my wife is that we will be able to rescue some feral cats again this year, nurse them to health, socialize them, and find them good homes.
you can't win every battle, but the ones you do win make the effort worth it.
-Richard
F***ed up, right?
It is a great shame of mine but i don't shy away from talking about it.
Well all that is many many years behind me and as an adult i am very very much an animal lover.
years of emotional maturity have changed my outlook on life and for the beauty of every life, especially animals.
In addition i try to personally rescue as many animals as i can.
what do i mean by that?
well, last year with my own hands i rescued 9 animals.
6 cats, 2 turtles, and a little rat.
some of the rescues were pretty simple and some were very intensive to carry out, both in effort and financially.
for example, to save the rat all i had to do was intimidate a few teen boys who were trying to hit it with a stick. pretty simple.
but to save the two very small kittens, took alot of effort and money, to say nothing of how difficult it was to trap them and nurse then back into health so we could take them to a shelter without fearing the shelter would put them down because they were too weak/unhealthy to adopt out.
The most recent animal rescue attempt was unsuccessful, and fairly sad actually.
I was driving down a country road at work with my buddy when we saw a flock of what looked like pheasants in the road. going the other way, barreling towards the flock of birds was a woman in an suv. it looked for all the world like she was going to try to intentionally hit them.
ryan and i kind of laughed about how maybe the woman was a psycho.
we weren't needed at that jobsite so 5 minutes later we ended up coming back the way we had came. as we approached where the birds had been, we saw two splattered in the road and a third flapping its wings, on the shoulder of the road.
"WAIT, GO BACK GO BACK!" i told ryan and he turned around to go back so i could get the bird.
now, theres a bit of a backstory to this. i've been telling ryan for awhile that if i saw newly hit roadkill on the side of the road, i would be happy because i would take it home and eat it. this whole thing started because at another jobsite we saw a huge group of wild turkeys and i convinced him to bring his crossbow so we could try to "get dinner". we never got dinner. although i did lose one of his crossbow bolts.
anyways, it kind of got out of hand, and at this point with a freshly hit bird on the side of the road he wasn't going to let me back down from it.
frankly, i had every intention of eating the damn bird. I've eaten pheasant before and it is delicious.
furthermore; although i care about animals, i am a voracious meat eater. i love the taste, the hearty sustenance, and as a weightlifter, i need the protein.
so we went back and ryan grinned at me, thrilled to see what i would do next. as a country boy he laughs at me for being a city guy. the idea of seeing me clean a pheasant tickled him, mostly because he knows i would butcher the job (pun intended).
i approached the bird, which was laying on the grass past the shoulder of the country highway, and i picked it up. and it was so warm and it's heart was beating so fast that i couldnt help but feel bad for it.
i immediately made up my mind not to kill it and eat it, but instead to try to nurse it back to health.
ryan laughingly encouraged me to clean the bird right then and there and take care of prepping it for the dinner table. but i deferred, giving the excuse that i would kill it when i got home. i didnt have a filet knife on me and i didnt want to risk fouling the meat by nicking the bowels or stomach with my dull work knife.
ryan accepted this with a knowing smile.
So we finished the work day. with the injured bird in the back of our truck, ryan teasing me the whole time, knowing i was out of my depth with the whole situation.
now, my wife is pregnant, and i had to take her to an appointment about an hour after i got home, and i realized that although i have cared for and nursed many mammals back to health, i have never successfully healed a bird.
When i got home, the decision was made to hurry and take the bird to the humane society before it closed and we did so.
unfortunately the humane society said that the bird's injuries were too extensive and it had little chance of recovering. And so they would be euthanizing it.
Team animal rescue lost this one, but we'll keep trying.
There are a couple feral cats that survived the winter and have been seen in our yard. the fervent hope of myself and my wife is that we will be able to rescue some feral cats again this year, nurse them to health, socialize them, and find them good homes.
you can't win every battle, but the ones you do win make the effort worth it.
-Richard
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