My mom was a rescue veterinarian, and I grew up helping her nurse injured animals back to health. Any deer hit by a car, fox caught in a trap, whatever it was that got hurt, everyone brought them to my mom.
I want to do a big donation to the pandas for all the panda lovers out there.
I know that Daddy had an important job. He was working to change the world so everyone would love wildlife like he did. He built a hospital to help animals, and he bought lots of land to give animals a safe place to live.
I think my path would have always gone back to or delivered me to wildlife. I think wildlife is just like a magnet, and it's something that I can't help.
I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon." "Poor thing," I said. "It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said pleasantly.
My mother was known as the 'bird lady' of the neighborhood. Anything injured, or any unusual creature somebody found, they would always come to our doorstep.
I don't want Daddy's passion to ever end. I want to help endangered wildlife just like he did.
I have always brought home stray animals - everything from squirrels to wild rabbits to foxes and turtles.
I must stress, basically, the very fact that we do have orangutan rehabilitation means that we have failed to do what is really important, and that is rescue the wild orangutan in its habitat.
I play a bad boy on television, but in real life I have a passion for nature and nature conservancy, specifically bird rehabilitation.
There's a problem with wounded birds, Cassie," Connor said. "Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.
You can't put this possum in a cage
I do everything I can for wild animals because they have such a bloody awful time.
Actually I do support a charity, DefendersofWildLife.org. They help protect endangered species.
I'd like to open an animal orphanage in Kenya. I do a lot of work for Born Free.
Eloquent testimony to the recovery powers of wild animals frequently becomes apparent from the study of skeletons housed in museums.
I grew up in a home where animals were ever-present and often dominated our lives. There were always horses, dogs, and cats, as well as a revolving infirmary of injured wildlife being nursed by my sister the aspiring vet.
An injured lion wants to know if he can still roar.
Since I was a boy, from this house, I was out rescuing crocodiles and snakes. My mum and dad were very passionate about that and, I was lucky enough to go along.
I would love to go help baby sea turtles back into the ocean after hatching in Mexico.
I don't eat animals. I rescue strays and take injured pigeons to the wildlife rehab. I carry spiders and wasps outside in a cup covered with a 3x5 card. It would only follow that I'd take pause when contemplating the abrupt and apparently brutal ending of a tiny human being's life, or even a potential human being's life.
I'm the spokesperson for the North Shore Animal League America. So, I'd go on morning shows on their behalf. I also work closely with the Wildlife Rescue Center in the Hamptons.
I was perhaps about 10 years old when a local farmer rang us up to say he had found a young badger and would we take it in. So we did; it was a female called Bessy and she lived in the boiler room. She was extremely intelligent, had a very low opinion of cats but loved the dogs. She was pretty well trained; she went in the car.
I have pictures of me feeding deer and possums with baby bottles. I am such an animal lover.
