Thursday, 22 December 2022

© The Caring Art of Rehabilitation.


         I titled this post having been under the guidance of one of the Bahamas' leading authorities in animal/bird rehab persons for the last six years. Since childhood's earliest memories I have been labeled by parents, grandparents and close friends 'an animal person.' Some of us are gifted with this asset, others maybe not so fortunate?

Since childhood animals of all breeds have found me receptive to my touch and closeness, those who are familiar will well understand. The affinity to approach strange dogs, to hold a horse's silky muzzle close and breathe the air from their nostrils, to have wild birds in our care return to perch on my hand!

          Reuniting with my lifelong friend to make her my partner was an order of fate bound to happen? For Melissa, also one of those 'animal people' since very young, caring and nurturing the unwanted or injured of our four-legged or feathered friends always simply a part of life. Later to being a devoted Sea Shepherd member.
From pigs to goats, chickens and raccoons just for starters, her house always a sanctuary. Now, some thirty-five plus years later, I again witness her 'gentle' touch toward our voiceless ones who are in trouble. From that tiny mockingbird that takes a dreadful tumble out of the nest to hungry raccoons paying the price of living in a hurricane belt, I see fragile life given chance!

"Wildlife rehabilitation is a profession involving the treatment and care of sick, injured or orphaned wild animals with the goal of releasing healed animals back to their natural habitats in the wild. To be released, animals must be able to function in their natural habitats as normal members of their species."
This quote becomes key. For those of us who shoulder that needed compassion to care for and re-introduce to their wild, saving species becoming one of life's musts. Our world today is often obsessed with greed and technology and humankind's priority. All seemingly vital maybe, but sadly, our surroundings paying a dreadful price of the destruction inflicted by us as human beings. We watch in this year of 2022, species disappearing off our planet, forests decimated and its animal occupants cast aside. We witness races of people in the Far East believing the horn of a magnificent beast can act in a beneficial medicinal way, when in actuality baring the same simple components of a human fingernail! Their arrogance and belligerence wiping precious species off the face of this earth. We witness mass killings in our oceans, often labeled 'ritual for centuries'. 
      There are few countries that can be spared the label 'cruel'. Yet countries we deem as 'intelligent & progressive' still herd whales or dolphins into coves where the ocean becomes near saturated with blood as they annually massacre them. A ray of hope appears once in a while, a positive note with Iceland becoming the latest country to ban whaling!  Seals still clubbed to death however on the ice and western laws legislated to allow the killing of bears and their cubs inside their liars? A world going mad?

We have changed the climate with decades of disregard toward our fragile planet, polluting to near catastrophe and Mother Nature is not pleased. Humankind truly often a disgrace toward our planets' welfare, having us witness past seasons with more fire and water rage than decades past. The wrath of stronger hurricanes felt here in our Bahamaland a couple of years back and again in Florida this year decimating parts of the southwest coastline.



        This article however is about those of us who, in whatever minuscule way, take in the hurt and distressed or starving, hoping to set an example and expose the masses to the 'art and reward of rehabilitation'? 
       Out of my recent exposures to caring for animals and birds in need, the fruit of a new children's book arises, near publication within the next months all being well?. A story of last  year's strange encounters with a baby night heron that fell out of its nest to the ground one evening. Discovered by a caring family in an affluent part of our country and driving some twenty miles to meet me at a well know coffee house near our residence. Their fine example of 'caring', a valuable example of some really good souls out there amongst us. I peeked into the box, seeing this most awkward looking of juvenile birds. His humorous spiked hairstyle and huge gazing eyes while letting out the most indigent squark of annoyance. Here in this cardboard lay some wonderful material for a writer! I knew instantly that 'Henrik the Heron' © would give a chance to introduce our younger generation to the invaluable experiences of animal rehabilitation. The story unfolded and our photographs transposed into cartoon illustrations.



         I decided that this herons' journey written from that fateful fall to the spreading of his wings in freedom might illustrate, in some small way, to our youth, the value of 'caring' toward our environment and the creatures who share the delicate balancing act of survival with us? Our school children are so often exposed to the poorest of adult behaviors, the trashing of our communities, the flagrant tossing of rubbish out of a car window, the sometimes awful treatment of the street animals. 
       Raising kids these modern times a challenge. I am glad to have made it with my own offspring unscathed producing another lovely animal lover amongst us. We can hope a chance when leaving the beach on a holiday children ask their parents for a trash bag to take home that ugly rubbish. Chance they recognise that poor dog chained outside during the rain and thunderstorm be set free and given a place in the home. That they not allow pets to become a rack of bone being starved. Slowly, ever so slowly, we see in this day and age, some really fine examples of Bahamians becoming guardians of our precious surroundings, stepping out on social media and to schools demonstrating the 'gentle art of caring' and not be afraid of our harmless snakes once taught as taboo creatures. There is a new beginning in our islands and pray it continues for the good of all who are gifted to live in this paradise.

        To be able to share some of my new children's book before publication may offer some fun illustrations to show our younger audience?  Here then some clips and photographs ....

“Henrik the Heron” © Why kindness to birds & animals is so very important!

Written & illustrated by Paul Harding & Melissa Maura ~ Cartoons by ‘Insta Toon’

 

The wind howled through the treetops making scary noises in the coming darkness. Way up in the big tree our mother heron had built her nest, now holding three babies to look after, myself (a boy) and two sisters. We were big bundles of fluffy feathers with long beaks and huge yellow eyes. We looked very funny! Each of us had long, green legs that looked far too long for our little bodies and we had very silly hairstyles! It was hard to imagine that one day we could become very elegant and handsome in the great kingdom of birds!



The nice lady and gentleman carried me on to their porch where the man sat down with a soft towel in his lap. The lady placed me in it where I looked up at the big man. I thought I should show how brave I was and make a very loud noise, pretending to lunge at him with my long beak, making the man suddenly frightened of me! It worked only for a minute before they both laughed at him pretending to be afraid, it did however make a funny picture!



Our little neighbourhood was really busy with bird and animal rescues. All kinds of birds would suddenly arrive to be cared for. Young pigeons, kestrel birds of prey, even a young owl who had fallen as I had out of its nest!

 


I learned that owls can fly at night hunting for their dinner, maybe a mouse or nasty rat, yucky food for me I thought? The owl was beautiful and silent in her flight unlike me who would make squawking sounds if disturbed! 


This fun illustrated book recounts adventures with large snakes, all harmless in our country, to birds of prey, huge sea birds and fun little feathered ones that stayed with us for weeks before venturing into the wild. We will let you know when all is said and done in printed form.


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Sunday, 22 December 2019

© The Storm of the Century - Hurricane 'Dorian'


It is 2019 and mid-summer in the Bahamas, hot calm days prevail over the archipelago. Melissa and I had taken an assignment to caretake a private island in the Abaco's in July for near a month while our close friends Angie and Steve took time away in Florida and over on Eleuthera. We had flown in our own aircraft tying it down at the airport in Treasure Cay then driving the island tender over to the cay. We were met on the dock by familiar four-legged friends who we were to care for once again as done in past years. They were happy to see us!





July gives way to August where on Monday 19th the National Hurricane Center in Miami, Florida identifies a tropical wave in western Africa. Sahara dust was inhibiting its formation until emerging off the land mass into the tropical Atlantic Ocean. The wave born of an elongated trough of low pressure becomes more organised four days later to classify as Tropical Depression Five on the 24th August 2019, 805 miles east-southeast of Barbados.
A deep ridge steered the depression westward toward the Lesser Antilles. It is a mass of warm, moist air rising off the warm ocean surface creating large convective clouds. As the warm air is expanding and rising more moist air rushes in from the oceans surface. The Earth's rotation causes the air to begin spinning, anti clockwise in the northern hemisphere and opposite in the southern hemisphere (bearing the title Typhoon.) The system soon developed a center core about 12 miles wide and being the fourth depression of the year is named "Dorian".


On August 21st, while on our private island, friends Ken Chaplin called to say there were sailing their catamaran in the neighbourhood and asking to visit the next day. Early the next morning our portable marine VHF radio came to life with Ken's familiar voice saying they would anchor out off the main dock in front of the residences on the cay. The weather was changing from the usual calm pastel blues and turquoises with rains and darkening skies prevailing around the islands. Launching their small inflatable they motored to shore. We walked the island and sat sat on the patio swapping stories and concerns about a developing hurricane looking well on its menacing way toward us. I advised Ken strongly to head southward after our visit giving him time to find safe harbour out of a storms threatening path over the ocean. They had property over on the mainland of Abaco in Leisure Lee where he preferred to tie up his vessel 'like a spider web' inside their canal for safe keeping?



 



Through August 26th and 26th rain bands slowly wrapped around the center of the growing system just missing Barbados with tropical storm force winds and heavy rains. The storm started a northwesterly track toward and hitting St.Lucia to enter the Caribbean Sea predicted by the Hurricane Center to pass over or near the Dominican Republic where mountainous terrain could damage the formation of the storm? Dorian however took a more northerly track passing east of Puerto Rico hitting the U.S. Virgin Islands as a Category 1 hurricane making landfall on St.Thomas.
Our time care taking was coming to a close and watching Hurricane Dorian now taking aim directly at us I decided to run a day earlier than Melissa's scheduled commercial flight out of Treasure Cay back to Nassau. Our Cessna 172 taking near an hours flight in clear blue skies over spectacular scenery arriving at my FBO Odyssey Aviation to seek safe shelter in their hangar. I wondered what on earth could be in store for these precious islands in the northern Bahamas? Angie had returned to the cay and I bid both ladies farewell taking the tender over to Crew Harbour where our Bahamian friend Lington would take my place on the island. Steve would be flying in his plane back from Eleuthera saying they had thought about sitting out the storm on Green Turtle Cay? I pleaded again they fly south to New Providence to save themselves, their dogs and their aircraft. A good decision!



The storms track missing all high predicted terrain now entered much more favourable conditions for intensifying and by August 30th Dorian grew into a Category 2 hurricane and indeed grew still further reaching major hurricane status that same day. The next 24 hours saw Dorian reach Category 4, a dangerous threat upping even further the following day to Category 5; now a far different catastrophic threat where little can stand chance of survival that stood in its path. On September 1st 2019, the National Hurricane Center reconnoissance aircraft recorded sustained winds of 180 mph (285km/h) with minimum pressure of 913 mbar's; the strongest recorded storm was aiming directly toward Elbow Cay in the Abaco group where our favourite settlement of Hope Town would surely never be the same. The islands fate becoming sadly even worse with the storm now crawling toward them at 5 mph in a due west direction threatening all the precious out-islands along the north Abaco coastline, namely Man-o-War Cay, Green Turtle Cay, Treasure Cay, Bakers Bay and on to Grand Bahama. When a Category 5 suddenly appears as a perfect storm the beast portrays the most ominous threat and this one now headed on an accurate track toward our precious communities. The 'eye' of Dorian taking on that perfect deadly concentric circle, a force unseen anywhere else in nature. To slow in forward speed to a near crawl spelled a fate not seen before in our country.





Hurricane Dorian impacted Hope Town at 12.40pm with sustained winds of 185 mph (285 km/h) the strongest storm in modern history to impact the Bahamas since records were kept since 1851; winds gusting over 220 mph (355 km/h) with a barometric pressure of 910 millibars! Sealing the fate of our gorgeous out-island settlements Dorian tragically slowed even further to an unprecedented 1 mph forward speed ravaging the island for hours on end with record devastating winds, driving rain, embedded tornados and deadly storm surge. Nothing nature made or man-made could eventually withstand the continuous onslaught. Tops of palm trees were sheared off completely. Heavy thick poured & reinforced concrete walls succumbed to the ceaseless intense pressure bombarding neighbouring houses and vehicles. Yachts, pleasure craft, ferries and sailboats of all sizes, secured more than they had ever been, were picked up as if weightless toys to be scattered into the bush, capsized and flung into useless heaps. The islands would be literally shredded of near everything standing. In reality as comparison, Dorian was an F5 tornado that would stay overhead near 48 hours!




This monster storm tracked the least forward distance in a 24-hour period recorded for any Atlantic major hurricane since the hurricane of 1965 named 'Betsy' that I went through living in Nassau as a youngster. An experience described in my autobiography 'Sharks in the Runway'.  Residents in Elbow Cay and Marsh Harbour saw blue skies appear as a beautiful concentric circle above them with the calm eye of the storm now overhead. People came out of their hiding to photograph the phenomena while also looking for safer shelter as the second half of the deadly storm approached. Damage was about to get tragically even worse.














Increased tides in recent days were experienced in the Bahamas ahead of the storm and sustained winds pushed the seawater into a 23ft high storm surge sweeping away hundreds of buildings submerging large areas of low-lying island with dangerous rip-currents occurring. Witnesses describing how the water was 3 feet one minute and within five minutes up near 30 feet! Communities of sub-standard illegal Haitian housing called 'The Mudd' and 'Pigeon Pea' were crushed by the wall of water and screaming winds making the fragile inadequate homes a pile of matchwood and rubbish. Huge shipping containers floating inland on the surge from the port acted as ruthless battering rams destroying everything in their path. There were an estimated 3000 people once living there but records of their movement from the storm scant and near impossible. Many desperate souls fled to the nearby churches to huddle inside where eventually the walls collapsed crushing many while countless others washed hopelessly out to sea?









Dorian crept at a snails pace over Hope Town and Marsh Harbour. The destruction only describable as 'apocalyptic' with the airport completely submerged tearing aircraft hangars off their foundations while gutting the modern terminal.


 Dorian pounded the islands relentlessly for 22 hours. Children were missing, torn from their parents arms to disappear into the watery void of the storm. The death toll went from two and three to in the twenties and then forties. Haitian loss would be estimated in the hundreds never to be tallied accurately but estimated at possibly in the thousands? We learned from Ken that the huge storm surge had entered Leisure Lee tearing his beautiful catamaran from its safe harbour and seemingly effortlessly flipping the 42ft vessel upside down and depositing it in the bushes to be found later on dry land completely destroyed.


The second half of the hurricane proved even worse than the first long grueling bombardment Hope Town & Marsh Harbour suffered through. The scenes during the calm eye were bad enough with houses damaged, docks in bad shape and some boats being sunk but what was to come no one could imagine.







After countless hours of fear and devastation with screaming consistent winds of 185 mph gusting 225 mph with added internal tornados, Hope Town and Marsh Harbour would be forever changed as we knew it. Disastrous scenes became hard to comprehend with such beauty being reduced to shredded rubble and shattered wood. Gorgeous sailboats and private yachts picked up out of the water and crushed into unsalvageable heaps. Boats previously well secured now stacked on top of each other forming huge piles of unusable debris. Residents walked the cluttered streets in complete dismay of their world literally and simply 'gone'. Also gone were the lifeline ferries of the Abaco Cays. A few would be salvaged not long after but in the meantime folks were simply stranded where they had taken shelter.












The town of Marsh Harbour was truly near a 100% destroyed. Every structure there suffered immeasurable damage. The General Hardware, marine stores, banks, restaurants, all shredded as if through a giant grater. Residents who lived there later said 'all the landmarks were now gone making us not know exactly where we were!' With the airport flooded and runways underwater there would be no large fleet of relief aircraft able to make the approach for days frustrating an uncomprehending group of survivors. The only immediate help would be from The U.S. Coastguard helicopters with local Defense Force officers and crew.



















It would take several days of good weather to allow the floodwaters to finally recede. Once the runway in Marsh Harbour and Treasure Cay opened, with special permission given to us local relief crews, were the supplies on the move and surviving residents brought back in droves to the new Relief Center erected at Odyssey Aviation at Nassau International Airport. Slightly more south in Great Abaco the settlement of Sandy Point also became a staging area for light aircraft to arrive from Nassau and Florida. The relief of supplies and volunteers were overwhelming. The effort was magnificent from local Bahamians, Floridians, Armed Forces and including several other counties!










I contacted my friend John, meteorologist at NBC Miami sending him some images from Abaco which he kindly broadcast. Most, if not all, of the Florida television stations followed suit along with national news media from all over the world broadcasting nightly about our devastated northern islands asking viewers for relief supplies to be donated. The flood of supplies began immediately. At a national football game a tribute to the Bahamas was hung and millions became aware of our plight and the incomprehensible rebuilding we were facing for years to come.



The massive relief effort was now in full swing. Helicopters, seaplanes, private aircraft and eventually commercial airlines all began the huge evacuation of the hard hit areas. It was estimated the population of New Providence rose by 30,000 people!







Odyssey Aviation hangar was the nucleus of the arrivals coming from Abaco & Grand Bahama. The organisation was amazing to witness as 6000 people flowed through here tending to the needs of everyone arriving with barely the clothes on their backs having lost literally everything they possessed.
We watched friends arrive on Delta Airlines witnessing the Captain & First Officer personally assisting those in need down their stairway.










The ferocious storm after finally leaving Elbow Cay, Marsh Harbour and the small neighbouring cays lying along the northern shores of Great Abaco, Treasure Cay was next in line for the grueling punishment of 'Dorian' still traveling painfully slowly westward. After decimating Man-o-War Cay, Green Turtle Cay and Bakers Bay, Grand Bahama would have no escape receiving the relentless eye wall crawling at a frustrating 1mph destroying the far eastern settlements almost completely off the map with punishing winds and unprecedented storm surge.



 


The bonefishing lodge of Deep Water Cay that I used to fly guests in my seaplane was completely destroyed, down to mere patches of concrete foundation left. 20 to 25ft of water flooded the area completely and the only way to rescue later the next day would be by jet skis. Vast acreages of pine barrens would appear as if lakes with occasional roof-eves just showing above the waterline. Residents that had remained forced only to climb into their ceilings in hope the water did not drown them within their own homes. As the massive storm reached near the center of the huge island it became near stationary pulverizing the island beyond imagination.







Low lying local animal shelters were hit hard by the hurricane with the Humane Society of Grand Bahama's experiencing stronger storm surges than ever imagined. Workers had attempted to help the animals before retreating to their attic crawl space tragically losing almost half of the 190 dogs in their care from drowning. The Red Cross estimates that 13,000 homes were destroyed and damages exceeding $7 billion making for the costliest storm in Bahamian history. Dorian stalled above Grand Bahama decimating the Freeport International Airport and the oil refinery spilling countless hundreds of gallons of crude throughout the neighbouring area.



Dorian's eye wall under was under going a replacement phase with cooler upwelling water from the storms disturbance finally weakening the intensity back down to a Category 4 status. It stayed above the island for another whole day before finally beginning a track northward, barely sparing Florida the wrath while drifting all the way up the United States eastern coastline wreaking havoc. By September 6th Dorian reached landfall at Capt Hatteras forward to Newfoundland and Nova Scotia dissipating on reaching Greenland.


On September 3, our Prime Minister stated, "Our urgent task will be to provide food, water, shelter, safety and security. Additional food will be delivered by NEMA tomorrow." He confirmed that Dorian was "the greatest national crisis in our country's history" projected that as of Saturday, September 7, at least 70,000 people are homeless on Grand Bahama and the Abaco Islands.





Desperation took hold with survivors and lawbreakers taking advantage of an absence of law enforcement, looting sadly began. Shattered food stores, hardware and marine supplies all encroached. News spread of a desperate situation taking over once peaceful societies and our police and Defense Force soon deployed to take back order. The buildings once huge and full of supplies were now shattered piles of rubbish, twisted steel and splintered wood, ripe for those left who were desperate for food, water and anything to help in their survival. Theft sadly took root and desperation shown painfully in those left with nothing.













The outer cays where residents have an amazing resilience started their cleanup almost immediately. Huge amounts of construction supplies were being collected in Florida and barged across to Green Turtle Cay, Man-o-War Cay and Hope Town. Organizations such as Sea Shepherd suddenly appeared with much needed survival equipment such as tarpaulin, water makers, and solar panels. They specialized in remote communities often overlooked in the early stages of recuperation such as Sweetings Cay and Moores Island. Foreign aid and ships from Holland, England and Canada arrived with engineering specialists who repaired damaged bridges that had swept away the chance of supplies reaching.







With welcome volunteer groups from all over the planet we started seeing images of new beginnings and a smile here and there. There were hugs of appreciation and thanks to all the crews who played their part however large or small.



























With Dorian long gone to our north still causing damage along the eastern seaboard of the United States & Canada the grim task of search & recovery began. There has been estimate of 70 souls lost and recovered but hundreds, if not thousands of undocumented people vanished, more likely still buried in the huge piles of rubble with so many washed out to sea. The true figure of human loss doubtful ever to be known?



Our Bahamas does not however disregard the welfare of our animals in the most part. With news spreading internationally of pets being abandoned or simply lost in the storm teams of animal support groups flooded the islands with assistance. Crews of volunteers arrived with their private planes and special search equipment. Cages by the hundreds were donated and animals is desperate need saved and caught to be returned to make shift shelters in the capital city. Each labeled, named and medically treated with veterinary attention where needed. Florida shelters offered to accept animals in need of new homes while other more fortunate creatures were reunited with their owners who came in search. Crews of rescue aircraft came and went as fast as they could be loaded! Rescue volunteers from our Bahamas and many other places worked tirelessly from dawn until dusk. The rescue a heartwarming experience to witness.












A month after the storm there were even some precious moments when reports of a miracle find came to light. With advanced search equipment signs of life buried under heaps of twisted waste and a crushed refrigerator. A local dog still alive and surviving off rainwater unable to escape was discovered. They called her "Miracle" and was brought to safety with a happy end of being adopted in America!




We are now four months later, still shell-shocked reminiscing about the gorgeous places we photographed and walked. Islands that were favourites of us who live here and the countless visitors that came religiously each year to stay. They were picture perfect postcard islands where some visitors had retired and invested in their dream properties. It will take years of hard work and countless investment to bring our northern islands and cays back as we knew them. The natural environment difficult to replace. Slowly, very slowly, the healing has begun and along with the resilience of the out-island communities bound and determined to recover our Abaco and Grand Bahama rise out of the wreckage. They will be beautiful yet again although taking decades to fully restore? So posted here some before & after images to show the forces that struck one September morn.


























*Editors Note: So many of the photographs were not watermarked so as to give credit to all our Out-Island photographers, a warm thank you for all your efforts!
** DONATIONS would be gratefully received to the Red Cross Society of the Bahamas!
© Photographs of 'Islands as they were' & some Relief Efforts at Odyssey Aviation by: Paul W.J.Harding

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