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HISTORY
To read more about Behind the Scenes, just click on the page title: History, Beastly Blog 2009, Animal Advice
Odd Jobs, July 2009 Have you ever heard on the radio or TV about your favorite celebrity or well-known figure
and what did long before they were a beautiful movie star, famous talk show host or quitarist in a rock band? Everyone
has their story about what they used to do before they fell into the very thing that they love, excel at and do for the
rest of their lives. Here's my list of odd jobs I tried, failed at or just couldn't stand before I became The Creature
Teacher:
A PAST LIFE. Dec, 2008 Before The Creature Teacher was even thought of, Robyn Wheeler worked as a stable attendant at Disneyland's Circle D Corral in Anaheim, California. Circle D Corral or "the barn" as we called it, is 5 acres of property located on the North West Corner of Disneyland between the employee parking lot and the vehicle maintanance buildings. Back then, the barn was home to 20 draft horses, 3 Lippanzers, 3 miniature horses, over 20 goats and sheep, one Holstein cow, 2 burros, around 100 pigeons and a handful of exotic animals. Shifts started at 6 AM and lasted until 1:30 AM. Between 1:30 AM and 6 in the morning the lights were turned off, the barn doors closed and the horses slept for the night... or at least we hoped. On rare occasion, a smart and bored equine would escape his stall and the morning crew, still asleep from not having had their cup of coffee yet, were greeted by a very large and hungry horse standing right in front of the office door as to say "Where's my breakfast, you're late!"?. From 6 AM until 1:30 in the morning, life at the barn was never dull. Breakfast, lunch and dinner (hay and grain) needed to be served as well as the morning medications and any treatment for injuries. The horses needed their baths so they would be sparkly clean for their 4 hour shift pulling trolleys on main street. The farrier came once a week to put new shoes on all the horses and the equine veterianarian made his monthly apprearance to deworm, vaccinate and float teeth. Stalls needed to be cleaned, harnesses needed polishing and then there was the sweeping, cleaning all the water troughs, taking down bird nests, putting up and taking down outside pens and even milking a cow. Rain or shine, hot or cold, holiday or every day, 7 days a week, these things needed to be done. I spent many a midnight hour tending to sick animals, waiting for a mare to give birth or comforting a dying critter who wouldn't make it until morning. During the summer, Disneyland gives a spectacular fireworks display every night and those list of chores got longer and longer. Before fireworks go off every night, the animals were brought into the barn from the outside runs. The hay bunker was covered and the barn locked down tight. Disney's fire department arrives 30 minutes ahead of time and takes their positions on the roofs--barn, hay bunker and office. Barn crew must remain inside the barn until fireworks have ceased and then the grounds must be inspected for debris before horses can be returned outside for the night. On occasion, a "hot" (still burning and dangerous) piece of a firework would drop down too close for comfort and the fire department would rush to save the day. For over 11 years, the person now referred to as The Creature Teacher, rode horses in parades, scrubbed and hosed pigeon poop out of the bird coop, and rescued baby ducks and birds from being trapped in The Mad Hatter attraction. So when you see her, don't be afraid to talk "Disney" as it is The Happiest Place on Earth (for the animals too) and anyone who's ever worked there will have fond and numerous memories of their time at the Magic Kingdom.
FOREIGN COUNTRY. Dec, 2008 Most often than not, when you enter one of Disneyland theme parks, you feel as if you have entered another land, another world. And you should. That's the way Walt wanted it. Walt Disney wanted you to leave your worries at the front gate. No more thoughts of work, responsiblities, chores or illnesses. He wanted you to feel enchanted, transported into another place and time. And every little detail about his parks were created to give you that effect. Even the employees. When a person is hired as a Disney employee they undergo one full day of orientation on how to act, dress, behave and even talk the "Disney" way. You see, Disneyland has it's own lingo and code of conduct. Employees are not employees, they are Cast Members. And uniforms are not uniforms, they are Costomes. Rides are called Attractions and there is an "onstage" and a "backstage" just like in a theatre play. And the park visitors are always referred to as Guests. If you have a family emergency and need to cut your day short, you must ask for an ER (early release). And if you wish to have a day off, you are granted an ADO (authorized day off). Cast Members may not eat, drink, sit or lean onstage in front of guests. Nor are they to use the same restrooms as guests and may not cross their arms or use offensive language either. All Cast Members must also sign an waiver agreeing to transfer to another departement if they marry another Cast Member. If it is true that "Old habits die hard" than Walt is responsible for many for behaviors exhibited today by The Creature Teacher. Robyn, even today feels that she wears a costume and not a uniform and you will never see her sitting down on the job. Unless at a public facility like a school or library, you will never hear The Creature Teacher ask to use your restroom, eating is done before or after a show and even though she's been offered many times to join a family for birthday cake, will respectfully decline the invitation.
LIFE WITH A SEA TURTLE. Jan,
2009 In 1992, before Robyn aspired to
be a "Creature Teacher", she set out by herself on a memorable and relaxing vacation for an entire
week on a remote island of Costa Rica. Why, you ask, would she want to do that? To embark on a Sea Turtle
Restoration Project, of course. After an 8 hour flight to South America, Robyn boarded a taxi to a little run-down
hotel in San Jose. The next day she met 11 folks with the same goal--to see the Olive Ridley Sea Turtle come ashore and
lay their eggs. After we all got acquainted, all us loaded up for a 2 hour bus ride across Costa Rica, unloaded
our gear in another town, waited for another hour for several taxi's to show up and then took off again for another
2 hour taxi cab ride. Now, taxi's in Costa Rica are a little different than in the US. Taxis are not small, compact
cars out there. They are 4 X 4 Jeeps and are extremely bumpy! Our 2 hour taxi ride journied down a one way, unpaved,
dirt road through the jungles of Costa Rica. When we arrived, we were all greeted to our quaint accommodations that
consisted of an outdoor shower (cold water only), no electricity, no phones and about 200 Spanish speaking islanders
that had never stepped foot out of their home town of Ostional. Within 2 days the "Arribada" came. Arribada is when
mass numbers of sea turtles come ashore every month to form nests and lay their eggs. Over the next 5 days, we witnessed 100,000
Olive Ridley Sea Turtles labor for hours to dig huge holes in the sandy beach and lay dozens of eggs. The first 2 days of
arribada the natives are allowed to collect the eggs and sell or eat them. The natives are allowed to sell and eat the
sea turtle eggs because in Ostional there aren't any jobs. Expect for the bartender at one local pub and the teacher at the
local school, every one else is unemployed. After collecting the eggs, a few of the men are appointed to make a 2 hour journey
over rough terrain to get to the closest town where other folks will pay money for the eggs to make food. After the first
2 days, armed gun men patrol the beaches to protect the future babies of this rare and endangered species. After the arribada
is over and all the turtles have returned to the sea, the eggs must remain in their nests for another month. All nests are
securely covered with wire mesh for protection and when the turtles emerge from the sand, they are given an escort to
the sea by any humans that might be around to slowly walk with them on this long trek to the water. Nest incubation and the
long walk to the ocean is the most dangerous time for the babies as the wild vultures, sea birds and reptiles are
always looking an easy meal. After they make it to the water, they are on their own. Only 1 out of 100 turltes will
survive the treacherous oceans to make it to adult hood. And before gliding off into the water, each baby turtle will taste
the sand and remember it particular taste so they too may return to Ostional for their own arribada years later. During my
stay in Ostional, I not only helped collect eggs, tag and mark the female turtles and enjoyed the beach everday but I also
hiked in the rainforest, watched wild Iguanas roam free, listened to stories told in Spanish (no, I didn't understand them
but they were still funny) and slept in a cot under a mesh net to fight off mosquitos. I also heard the Howler Monkeys screech
at the top of their lungs in the middle of the night and played cards by oil lantern while the thunder and lightening cracked
so loud and hard that it made the walls rattle and just for a second turned the night sky into pure daylight!! If your family
would like a trip you will never forget go to www.tropicaladventures.com or www.pretoma.org for more information on prices, age restrictions, etc.
Manatee Haven, June 2009
Manatees are large, herbivorous marine mammals often referred to as Sea
Cows weighing around 1,200 pounds and generally 9 to 10 ft long. Their closest living relatives are elephants and
hyraxes and they were once believed to be real mermaids by drunken, lonely sailors that had been out to sea a little longer
than they should have been. Not many are left and they only inhabit certain shallow, marshy waters around the Gulf of Mexico,
Caribbean Sea, & West Africa. The Manatees biggest threat is not pollution or poaching or decline of habitat. A Manatees
biggest threat is propellers on motor boats. You see, Manatee are slow moving creatures that swim close to the surface of
the water and are often die due to injuries inflicted on them when boaters travel our rivers and streams too fast. Manatees
can't be seen easily by fisherman or boaters so one could be hit, injured and sink to the bottom of the ocean floor without
anyone ever knowing. In Februrary 1996, Robyn Wheeler, The Creature Teacher paid to swim with the manatees. It was a
unique and memorable vacation if you will. The population of Manatees in Florida is between 1,000 to 3,000 and when we found
them, they were docile, curious and covered with moss & algae. After flying into Orlando, I took a taxi to the nearby
Crystal River and after breakfast every morning for a week, dugged and pulled at my scuba suit, waddled to the boat with fins
and snorkel in hand and dove into a freezing lake in hopes of spotting a cute, clumsy but breathtaking sea cow. Don't kick
up the soot on the bottom of the ocean and listen carefully and you might able to actually hear a Manatee chewing on a plant.
And if you want a picture...it is not a problem. Manatees are not only friendly enough so you can reach out a pet them but
they also don't mind posing for photos. So bring that underwater camera, diving gear, sunglasses & sunscreen and plenty
of warm clothes and have fun!! All lodging, meals and transportation were included in vacation package also a few tours to
the local parks, zoos and points of interst. For more information on trips to the Crystal River contact www.oceanicsociety.org. It is fun for the entire family.
Caring for the Sick and Injured, July 2009
For over 6 years, Robyn was honored to volunteer for a special organization in Laguna
Beach, CA called Friends of the Sea Lion Marine Mammal Center. Every year, FSLMMC rescued and rehabilitated several hundred
Sea Lions, Elephant Seals, Harbor Seals and an occasional Fur Seal and then released them back out into the ocean. Sounds
fun, huh? It was. But it was also alot of work. A 24 hour, 7 days a week, 365 days a year labor of love that required over
50 volunteers and only 3 paid employees. When the call came in, no matter what time day or night, a crew of 5 or 6 volunteers
was assembled. Some awaked from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, some just getting off work from their paid job and
some called in on what was supposed to be their day off. A large Male Sea Lion on a beach looking thin with a fish hook in
its mouth and netting around its neck needs help. Time to pack and put on the gear. We need 2 pole nets about 8 foot long,
a large throw net in case he is too big for the pole nets, rubber boots and slickers, thick leather gloves and don't forget
the extra large carrier and the 4 foot tall wooden boards for protection. Off we go....be prepared to get wet, this job is
not for anyone who doesn't like to get dirty. Rescues could take 5 minutes, an hour or maybe even longer depending on how
large or stubborn the critter is and of course, how experienced everyone on the crew might be. Once back at the barn with
a 20 to 200 lb wild animal with lots of teeth and a bad attitude, the critter is restrained by wrapping a towel around its
head and making 1 to 3 volunteers literally SIT on the animal!! ( I always offered my services for that part as I was
good at it and no sea lion ever escaped my grip!) It it then given a small shave mark for identification purposes, shots
or pills of antibiotics and vitamins and tube fed a "fish smoothie" (yes, it is what is sounds like, several fish
put into a blender with medicine and made into a gross, foul-smelling liquid). How do you force feed a sea lion you ask? By
prying open its mouth, propping a hollow PVC pipe in between its teeth and guiding an extremely long tube down the trachea
into it's stomach. Then pump in the liquid, not too fast as to cause shock to the tummy and not too slow as the sea lion might
get mad and try to "buck" you off. Three times a day the injured pups and too weak to eat on their own were fed
a concoction of fish, medicine, water, karo syrup and vitamins. The animals that could eat on their own were fed fish, mackerel
usually, that was delivered everyday in large frozen blocks. The morning crew thawed out several trays of frozen fish in warm
water every morning to last through the feedings. Vitamins and antibiotics were stuffed into the gills of the fish after it
thawed and given to each animal first thing before the rest of their meal. Then for the cleaning. Scrubbing floors, pallets,
swimming pools, buckets, blenders....you name it. Once the cleaning was done don't think it was time to sit down and
prop your feet up. Nope. The routine starts over again for afternoon, PM and late evening feedings and cleanings. If an animal
came in that need IV fluids or around the clock care, volunteers were called to sit with and care for that animal all night
long until the morning crew came in the next day. All animals had a name and chart and all all feedings, medicines and treatments
were logged in several times a day. Sometimes, one volunteer would be in charge of logging while everyone else was feeding so
we'd have the charting done at the end of the day. Go home, exhausted, take a long shower even though you would
still smell like raw fish and find scales stuck to your hands and arms later on in the day. For 6 years, I volunteered 4 to
16 hours a week doing some of the most physically demanding work I've ever had to do. Why, you ask? To watch them go home.
After about 4 to 5 months of pampering, fresh fish and frolicing with other seals, most of the four-legged pinnipeds were
ready to go back into the vast, deep ocean waters. So, the rescue process in reversed. Put on the slickers and boots, use
the baffle boards to coax a seal into the crate, load it up in the truck and drive to the beach. Pick one. Your favorite spot,
or desolate patch of sand where most folks don't know about. 5 to 7 volunteers drag the crate out to the tide and open the
doors and watch them go. Some took a while to adjust to their familiar but strange surroundings. Other didn't wait. No wave
goodbye, no thank you, just a sea lion disappearing off into the water with the sunset in front of them. We all stand and
watch until they can be seen no more. And then pack up go back to the barn and do it all over again. God, it was fun!!
King Arthur, June 2009 When I was 13 years old my father bought me a horse. He paid over $1,000, which was a
great deal of money back then for him, for a 16 hand Bay Thoroughbred named King Arthur. I called him Artie. Artie turned
out to be my best friend, favorite hobby and all time-consuming chore until I sold him after graduating high school so
I could concentrate on my college work. Every day after school I rode Artie at the stable. I entered several shows and even
won a few ribbons. Owning a horse is fun, rewarding and teaches responsibility to kids and teenagers. I had a best friend
in high school, Shelly and we carpooled to school, then to the stable, rode together and then dropped each other off
at home around 6 PM to finish homework and get ready for school the next day. I did not play sports in high school nor was
I in a band, drama class or honor society. My horse was all I needed. It is not easy to learn to ride and ride correctly.
Heels down, turn your head to look where you want to go, straightened back, count strides in between fences and jumps...but
it was definately challenging and fun when you finally get it right. My show days in high school prepared me for showing
in college. In college, I decided to join the Sheep Show Team. I bought a Suffolk lamb, raised it until it was old enough
to show and entered it into a fair. I spent many nights staying up until wee morning hours bathing, shearing and trimming
my sheep to make sure that wool was just perfect for the show. The sheep was eventually sold and used for breeding at a small
ranch in Southern California. I still pictures of Artie in photo albums and hanging on the wall. I don't have any horses
today, I'm too busy being The Creature Teacher, but maybe one day I will ride again.
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