Hundreds of wolves have been killed in Alaska -- shot to death by gunners in low-flying aircraft or chased to exhaustion and shot at point-blank range. Please help us stop the killing -- take action now to urge the Bush Administration to put an end to aerial gunning in Alaska.
Alaska's policy allows marksmen in planes to gun down wolves from the air or chase them to exhaustion, then land and execute them at point blank range.
One of my favorite Disney songs! Guess what movie its from!
You think you own whatever land you land on Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You learn things you never knew You never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And for once never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers And the heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? or let the eagle tell you where hes been can you sing with all the voices of the mountain can you paint with all the colors of the wind can you paint with all the colors of the wind
How high does the sycamore grow If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper - skinned We just sing with all the voices of the mountain Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still All you'll own is earth until You can paint with all colors of the wind.
That's 1 more week that a hardworking horse must endure a painful infected injury while he continues to labor without rest. That's 7 more cold winter nights a stray dog will shiver, alone and hungry, on the street. That's 14 more excruciating twice-daily surgical procedures a bear will undergo on a bear bile farm. That's over 150 hours that a pregnant pig will spend crammed, confined, and unable to even turn around in a filthy polluted cage.
That's too long.
For these animals and millions more around the world, time is running out. Each day that goes by is another day that they suffer, with no rest, no relief, and no break from hunger, pain, and loneliness.
-----///\\---- to ----///-\\\---my ---|||---|||---best friend ---|||---|||---Connie ---|||---|||---Your ---\\\\////---love for -----\--//-----me was as ------///\-----fierce a mother ----////-\\----protecting her litter.
My friend Connie Rae Macsisak Born August 18th, 1939 Gettysburg, South Dakota Died March 18th, 2005 Portland, Oregon. A victim of Lung and Kidney cancer. Please pray for my Grandmas friend, Linda. In janyary she was dignosed with Breast cancer.
