The dog missing for a week from the animal adoption facility on Adams Street was trapped in Deb’s and my trap this morning, according to the phone message from Dr. Joanne Wilkinson, who runs the animal adoption facility.
Yesterday afternoon, just moments after I mentioned to Deb, in response to the many signs around the area, that I feared the coyotes had gotten the dog, we saw the pup along the side of West Mill Street. I was out walking into the woods trying to catch it (before Deb read the fine print on the sign and called me off) when moments later Joanne appeared in response to a call from someone else.
We went home and returned to give Joanne two raccoon sized animal traps to use and a can of cat food (all we had). This morning Joanne reported that while the dog was not there when they first checked the trap today, that the dog was trapped later this morning. We told Joanne to keep the two traps for their next lost dog – sorry Jenny Cronin, but you had said you did not really need them.
30+ years ago, my Newton dog walker friend went in to the pond by the DeCordova Museum in Lincoln after her golden retriever that had fallen through the ice, and my friend drown.
25+ years ago my golden retriever, Charlotte, went into the Charles on our weekend run one March morning, off the really beautiful trail that goes along the river behind the police firing range, just at the point where the river turns, such that the full current hits the bank where Charlotte went in. Because all the flow hitting at that point, the current was so strong that Charlotte had trouble getting back to the opening, despite paddling as fast as she could. For a few moments as I watched her struggle, I contemplated going in to help her out. Why not, after all, I had gone in the water to “teach her” to swim as a puppy – but that had been summer. Fortunately, Charlotte put on one sustained strong effort and got back to the opening and climbed out, and only one of us went home icy wet, while the other was left with strong memories of what almost happened.
Charlotte always went in the water on our winter runs, unless things were frozen solid.
Rose Colleran and Susan Weisenfeld (above) have co-chaired the Medfield Foundation Angel Run for many years, and today announced that they will do so for two more spectacular, family fun filled Angel Runs, this December 2 and in 2019.
Therefore, the Medfield Foundation is looking for someone interested in learning how to operate the Angel Run over the next fifteen months by apprenticing to these two pros, to learn the ropes, and to then take over running the Angel run to be held in early December 2020. The Angel Run is Medfield premier family fun event, and raises monies for Medfield families in need.
I saw the Borgstein Alpaca Farm booth at Medfield Day, loved it, and said I would post about their open house.
I really like that we have an operating farm in town. Plus pictures of alpacas on the Internet makes for a nice change from pictures of cats. The Borgensteins have 17 of their goal of a 20 alpaca herd, per the count up screen.
Further research lead the four observers to conclude that we saw a mink, not a fisher cat on Saturday in our neighborhood. Deb and I concluded that its head was that of a fisher cat.
I have never seen either a mink or a fisher, and had no idea that a mink could be that large and stand with it rump that far off the ground.
The animal control officer (probably Robert LaPlante) said to Deb that someone called in about the animal eating berries right next to him in the area, and that the ACO opined that it was probably just a juvenile forced by its parents to find new territory and not rabid. That sounds more likely to me too, versus the odd behavior being a sign of it being rabid, as it was not acting and/or looking sick – just not afraid of people.
So in sum, probably a juvenile mink, not a rabid fisher cat.
This morning Deb and I had an encounter with a fisher cat that did not seem fearful of us at all – it came within about ten feet of me. My neighbor later told me that it had squabbled with her dog and then peered in their screen door at them.
I alerted Jenny Cronin, the Town of Medfield Animal Control Officer, as the odd behavior made me wonder whether the fisher cat might be rabid. Jenny said that if you see the fisher cat and know where it is at that moment, call the Medfield Police Department at 508-359-2315, and they can dispatch Jenny to see if she can capture it.
In case it comes up tonight, a deer went after a dog in the Dover section of the hospital property this afternoon around 2 PM. The dog and owner were beyond the fields behind the hospital on a path that leads to the Dover-Sherborn soccer fields and eventually to the school.
Jenny checked and learned that this is typical behavior this time of year. There are many baby deer around. Most likely the doe had a baby bedded down in the vicinity and felt threatened by the dog.
The dog was taken to the vet clinic Jenny will come up with some wording for a sign which we will post on that particular gate and also by the boat launch.
While this is typical behavior, Jenny has not had this occur before.
I started this blog to share the interesting and useful information that I saw while doing my job as a Medfield select board member. I thought that my fellow Medfield residents would also find that information interesting and useful as well. This blog is my effort to assist in creating a system to push the information out from the Town House to residents. Let me know if you have any thoughts on how it can be done better.
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