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<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 11:19:18 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>T-shirts On Sale Now!</title>
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<description>Ever wanted to say &quot;been there, done  that, have the t-shirt&quot;?  Well, now is your chance!  You can get your limited edition Parrot Rescue t-shirt and help the parrots.  T-shirts are available at the bargain price of $70MXN from the Unico store next to the Pacific Pearl in the Golden Zone and the ConAmigos Thrift Store at Luis Zuñiga 505 in Centro.  The thrift store is open from 4-7 week days and 2-5 on Saturday.</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 11:19:18 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>More Baby Bird Stories</title>
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<description>Paul and I have been caring for 50 baby parrots now for more than a week. It has been a lot of work but also quite an education. While we have had birds in our household in the past (and are still working on getting our Amazon, Tiko, to join us here in Mazatlan) it is quite a bit different to have so many babies in the house.
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<pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 17:43:10 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Foster Parenting Parrots</title>
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<description>Yep! Bertha and I are foster parants. 15 of the little critters. They are now being fed by spoon, a few of the younger guys still want to be feed by the 'force feeder'. They need a little 'clean up' after the spoon feeding. Each one has started to develop a personality. Remember the 7 dwarfs? Well we have them, Doc has found the swing perch above all the rest. His only trouble is to return to the bottom of the cage at feeding time. </description>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:31:31 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Historia de Jonathan</title>
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<description>Hace mucho  años  existió   el  jaguar , era unos  de  los  depredadores  mas  grandes  y  fuertes,  comía  armadillos  gigantes  como  del  tamaño  de  un  hombre,  y  a  esta  era  se  le  llama  la  era  del  mamut,  el  jaguar  se   adaptaba a  la  selva  por  su  color  amarillo  y  sus  manchas  negras,   pero  aquí   en  las  sierras   de  Sinaloa  se  les  llama  onza al   jaguar negro  y  al  jaguar  amarillo  le  dicen  tigre,  yo  no  se  como  no  lo  mató el  hombre  ¿Será por  su  belleza?   ¿Saben  como  le  dicen  el  jaguar  en  Maya?  se  dice Balam,  Chacmool  y  Chacbolay. El  es  solitario  y  territoriales, los  jaguares   se  mueven  por  la  noche,  y  solamente  de  manera  muy  ocasional    se  les  ve  en  grupos  familiares,  formados  por  una  hembra  adulta  con  sus  crías. Trepan  a  los  árboles  para  ocultarse   entre  el  follaje  y  dormir  durante  el  día.  Sus  sentidos  son  delicados  y  alcanzan   un  gran desarrollo.  Se alimenta  de  una  gran  variedad  de  vertebrados  como  tapires,  venados,  cuintles,  agutis, jabalíes,  coaties,  armadillos,  tamandúes,  aves,  iguanas,  tortugas,  cocodrilos, y  peces,  y  no  comen  carne  en  descomposición. </description>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:00:07 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Mrs. Clean - Adventures with Martha</title>
<link>http://www.conrehabit.org/Article3.html</link>
<description>Martha Armenta, the president and driving force behind Conrehabit, has initiated an unprecedented and incredibly bold outreach program to fundamentally transform certain cultural aspects of daily life in some of the more remote villages in the mountains of Sinaloa. Working proactively to educate the villagers, both young and old, to the virtues of living with nature as opposed to seeing the natural world as something that needs to be dominated, feared and exploited; she is making surprisingly quick progress.
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<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 14:20:00 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Report from the Rancho</title>
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<description>When I volunteered my time to help Conrehabit expand their reality, I really had no idea what I was getting into, nor any clue as to where it would lead. Now, with more than 9 months into this relationship with nature, I am truly overwhelmed by the shear volume of encounter and adventure I have experienced in such a short time, everything from Bramadors to very big snakes.
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 17:53:18 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>The Bramador</title>
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<description>When Martha told me she was returning to the village of the Bramador I immediately volunteered my truck and my time, for this was clearly going to be a high quality adventure. Not being real sure just what a Bramador was or did, added to my sense of participatory anxiety, which is requisite for any decent adventure. This impromptu trip would go from Mazatlan to San Ignacio for a late lunch and then on to the village of Tacuitapa, where we would spend the night out among the folks and experience the unique talents of the Bramador. I asked Martha about the accommodations and with a wave of her hand told me “The people in the village will take care of us. I’ll let them know we are coming.” In the face of her overwhelming confidence, I thought to myself “Well, this is certainly the easiest B&amp;B I have ever booked.” Martha went on to elaborate about how this place is not on any tourist itinerary and that the people were ready to share some of their natural treasures. Well, so far this looked to be a trip as charmingly spontaneous and unpredictable as the woman herself.
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<pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 19:55:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>El Milagro de las Tortugas Del Mar</title>
<link>http://www.conrehabit.org/Article6.html</link>
<description>The first turtle encounter happened two days before hurricane Lane hit Mazatlan. I was walking myself, my dog and my dog’s friend, along a beach known as Playa Bruja; the shaman. This is a section of sand rarely seen by tourists, in summer on foot; most are on 4 wheelers and horses. From a ways off, I noticed a small squiggly thing at the waters edge and went to investigate. I found a baby sea turtle making its terrestrial journey across the hot summer sand to the edge of the sea. I watched as a wave washed ashore and spread it’s long, foamy sheet of water and engulfed the tiny creature and carried it into an uncertain future.
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<pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 14:30:00 -0400</pubDate>
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