by Shelly Reuben on February 6th

Clayton Yonder – my boyfriend, my hero, and potentially the protector of all imperiled wildlife – did not call me ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 30th

There is an aspect of crisis management that is less dramatic than the urgency of dismantling an actual threat. It’s ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 23rd

After Special Investigator Clayton Yonder of the United States Parks Service Avian Slaughter Task Force – my boyfriend – told ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 16th

After Clayton Yonder arrived at my house, I brought him into the living room to introduce him to our avian ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 9th

Let me tell you about Florida, the Everglades, and snakes. Specifically: Burmese pythons. I came upon this information inadvertently, when ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 2nd

I was nervous the entire time I was driving home from the MRI clinic, and every few seconds, I glanced ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 26th

It had been several days since Archie and I met outside the clinic where we’d undergone our MRIs. Mine … ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 19th

It was definitely an odd scenario. I, standing in front of the fireplace with a puzzled, yet (I hope) compassionate ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 12th

After Archie left the store that sold “Repurposed Goods,” he flew directly to my house. He’d never visited my home ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 5th

Archibald – no-last-name, no-middle-initial – the half-ounce chickadee who got sucked into an MRI machine several weeks ago and was ..