This year WildCamp will be held July 9-13 from 9 AM to 3 PM. WildCamp is open to children grades k-6 and is located at our center. Daily snacks and a t-shirt are provided, but attendees should bring a sack lunch. Cost is $250 per child. Enrollment is limited.
To register or acquire further information, email firstname.lastname@example.org
My name is Toudora and I am a new intern at WildCare. I am currently a senior at Bloomington High School South and I am planning to study wildlife biology in college. My goal is to help make the world a better place, whether that is through conservation of endangered species, habitat preservation, or animal rehabilitation.
I am hoping to gain as much experience as possible working as an intern with WildCare and to learn as much about wildlife as I can. I would love to hear from you and to learn more, so if you have any questions about wildlife, feel free to send an email to info.wildcare.org with ‘attention Toudora’ and your question. I will do my best to answer your question by talking with the other staff, interns, and volunteers at WildCare who have had more experience.
Thank you, I look forward to hearing from you!
All of the volunteers and staff at WildCare Inc. wish you the very best this holiday season. We are grateful for your support and interest in the WildCare mission.
Saturday, June 24, from 6pm to 9pm, at Butler Winery, WildCare will be presenting an evening of wine tasting on the patio and a variety of animal encounters for the whole family. Butler Winery is located at 6200 Robinson Road, Bloomington, IN. Adults $20.00 (includes wine tasting) Children $10.00 first child, $5.00 additional child. Appetizers available.
by Margaret Fisher Squires
beneath blossoming circles of birdsong.
Memory for a Winter Day, by Antonia Matthew
One Spring I saw
flying toward a knot of trees
bounded by a rough, muddy road
and ploughed fields
that rolled away ending at the sky.
The herons were silent,
as if flying in from the past,
on their great wings
that tilted, quivered.
They hovered over the trees,
suspended for a moment,
then their long legs stretched down,
wings folded, and they dropped,
drifted through the maze of branches
into the shadows,
landed on their flat, untidy nests
with a slight bob
and fluffing their feathers,
as the late afternoon sun
slid into the grey clouds.
Writing on Snow
Elaborate net of slick
pine needles and gleaming snow
possessing tiny forked bird work etchings
imprints repeated and crossed
detailing trails to banquet
beneath the eastern side
Berries bright and dull, met
with excited chirps and maneuvers
offering clues to exposed discoveries.
Now pretend, that the tiny bird-foot
markings comprise an ancient language,
that you now fully understand
and within the newly deciphered
glyphs, you have been told
exactly where your newly
filled feeder must go.
Written By: Patricia C. Coleman