Carrier Pigeons of World War II: Don’t Call Them “Chicken!”

War Pigeons of WWIIWe’ve talked about many kinds of war heroes here at The Campfire Chronicle. We’ve talked about brave men, indomitable women, fearless horses, and loyal dogs. This Memorial Day, we’re going to talk about a group of war heroes that is for the birds. Okay. Really, we’re going to talk about war heroes that actually are birds—the homing pigeons of WWII!

I can practically hear some of you asking, “Hey, Lequoia . . . have you lost your mind? What’s next? Heroic gerbils?” And to you I say, “If I find evidence of gerbils who served their country with honor, I will be happy to write about them.” But, for now, we’ll stick to the pigeons.

Birds of a Feather

P15The use of homing pigeons by the military did not originate with WWII. The Romans used them more than 2000 years ago. It wasn’t even a new idea for America, since the U.S. Army Signal Corps had established a pigeon service in 1917, thanks to General John Pershing’s vision.  During WWII, the Allies and Central Powers alike made use of pigeons. The U.S. Army, Navy, Marines, and Coast Guard each had their own well-trained birds.

War Pigeons of WWIIEven though communications had improved drastically between WWI and WWII, pigeons still proved themselves to be invaluable. If an American GI had any experience as a pigeon handler, he was likely to get an assignment working with the birds. I can think of far less agreeable wartime positions than working with birds—such as being a bird flying into enemy territory!

It’s For the Birds

War Pigeons of WWIIFrom the time a military carrier pigeon hatched, it took about eight weeks to train them. Good grief! It takes several weeks before new chicks can even fly. That was some lickety-split training! The basic training for a pigeon started with placing the bird in a mobile loft – – a truck that was outfitted with resting spaces for each pigeon – – at the age of four weeks. The loft was moved daily and the bird would go out for short flights several times a day. The bird would then have to find its way home to its mobile loft. To someone who has trouble finding their car in the WalMart parking lot, like me, that’s impressive, people! During week 8, the bird was trained to fly distances of 50 miles and farther. At that point, the bird was considered combat ready.

1This was one time when being pigeon toed was not enough to keep a candidate out of the army! The birds were in such demand that patriotic pigeon owners were asked to register their birds for possible military use. The army, not wanting to actually draft the birds, offered $5 for each suitable pigeon. Oh, sure the birds were easily worth $10 a piece, but we were at war! Many pigeon organizations donated their finest to the cause. New York City sent one shipment of 52,000 prime pigeons!

War Pigeons of WWIIFor some missions, carrier pigeons were the only possible method of communication. They became so important to the armed forces that Pigeons became almost standard equipment on all American bomber planes, with one assigned to each paratrooper. A brassiere manufacturer even developed a sling for the military, which allowed a paratrooper to carry a pigeon on his chest when he jumped.

War Pigeons of WWIIThe most intense use of carrier pigeons was during the Normandy Invasion, when thousands of birds were dropped across the countryside. French citizens attached any information they had about the German troops to the birds, and sent them flying back to the American forces.

G.I. Joe Pigeon

One WWII Flying Ace pigeon’s legacy flies higher than any other, and that was G.I. Joe. He was an aptly named bird if ever there was one. In case you’re all up on the types of pigeons, G.I. Joe was a blue check splash. That means less than nothing to me, but I trust someone will find that bit of knowledge enlightening. But whatever his markings, he was one humdinger of a hero.  War Pigeons of WWII

When communication equipment was down, G.I. Joe came to the rescue. On October 18, 1943, he saved the lives of the villagers of Calvi Vecchia, Italy, and the British troops who were occupying it. The plan had been that the British would move in as soon as the U.S. Air Force had bombarded the Germans. But, when the Brits showed up, they found that the Germans were more eager to high tail it out of town than fight. So, the British went ahead and took over the village. That would have been hunky-dory except for one thing—the USAF’s plan was already in motion. They were almost ready to bomb Calvi Vecchia and, but HEY, the radio equipment was not working! That made the immediate occupation of the village neither hunky nor dory!

War Pigeons of WWIIG.I. Joe to the rescue! The winged rescuer flew twenty miles at slightly more than 60 mph to the base, with a lifesaving message strapped to his little bird leg. He made it just under the wire. It was a close call! The air raid was cancelled while the planes were already taxiing on the runway. Had the timing not been right, the U.S. Air Force would have obliterated more than 1000 British soldiers and villagers.

War Pigeons of WWIIFor his heroism, G.I. Joe was awarded the highest honor bestowed on a pigeon. And, no, I’m not talking about a carelessly dropped Krispy Kreme donut! G.I. Joe was the first non-British animal to be awarded the Dicken Medal. His medal citation read, “For prompt delivery of a message to XII Air Support Command, thereby preventing the bombing of advanced elements 56th (London) Division.” Medals are nice, but I sort of hope he was awarded a donut, too!

Following his heroic exploits, G.I. Joe lived at the Churchill Loft in Fort Monmouth, New Jersey. Later, he went to live at the Detroit Zoological Gardens, until his death in 1961. G.I. Joe was 18-yrs-old. He was taxidermied and his body returned to Fort Monmouth, until its closure in 2011. Currently, G.I. Joe’s body is in storage at the U.S. Army Center of Military History at Fort Belvoir, Virginia, awaiting a suitable display location. Until then, I can only hope G.I. Joe is at least being stored in a Krispy Kreme box because I think he would have liked that.

Just Don’t Call Them “Chicken!”

War Pigeons of WWIIAlthough the U.S. pigeon service disbanded in 1957, let’s not forget that these fine-feathered war heroes faced every bit as much danger as their human comrades. Some pigeons were captured as POWs. And Germany and Japan issued some soldiers shot guns and told them to shoot any carrier pigeons seen flying overhead. They were also sometimes victims of friendly fire. Yet amazingly, it is estimated that of the 30,000 messages the U.S. military sent during WWII through carrier pigeons, an astonishing 96% of those messages reached their final destinations.

Here’s an interesting video of US Soldiers demonstrating the use of carrier pigeons during WWII.

So, on this Memorial Day, take time to remember the brave men, indomitable women, fearless horses and loyal dogs who have served our nation so well. Just don’t overlook our courageous war time carrier pigeons. They were anything but chicken!

Happy Trails,

Anita Lequoia


Trial and Error: The Diamond Bessie Murder

Blog5Do you love a good mystery? I sure do. And, when it’s an Old West mystery, I love it all the more. Today, we’re going to talk about a murder case that has been classified as “unsolved” for 138 years. Though, in all honesty, it seems like an open and shut case to me. Today, I’d like to tell you about the Diamond Bessie Murder Trial—a story that has it all—a prostitute, a man from the wealthiest family in America, diamonds, and a dead body!

Diamond in the Rough

Blog1Before she was Diamond Bessie, she was plain ol’ Annie Stone of Syracuse, New York. Her name, however, was the only plain thing about her. Folks, she was a looker! She had luxurious, black hair, alabaster skin and piercing, blue eyes. She was the kind of girl who turned heads.

Annie was just fifteen when she turned the head of an older man, whose last name was Moore. I won’t bore you with details about Moore. Heck, I couldn’t if I wanted to, since the only details I have about him are his last name and the fact that he was older than Annie.

Their love affair ended, but Annie kept his last name, even though it isn’t known if they ever married. She also started going by Bessie. Annie Stone, the well-educated girl from New York became Bessie Moore the prostitute with many admirers. Bessie’s admirers showered her with gifts, including enough diamond jewelry to satisfy Elizabeth Taylor.

Blog6Bessie worked in brothels in Cincinnati and New Orleans before ending up in Hot Springs, Arkansas. She would have been better off to focus on the mineral baths offered in Hot Springs than on a particular male suitor with a famous last name. The suitor’s name was Rothschild, Abraham Rothschild, to be precise.

The Diamond Salesman Was Not a Girl’s Best Friend

Abraham Rothschild

Abe Rothschild was the son of Meyer Rothschild. Meyer’s status as wealthy jeweler from Cincinnati meant a couple of things: 1) He was able to provide employment to Abe, and 2) In the larger scheme of the Rothschild banking family tree, he was still a poor relation.

Abe was doing a bang-up job as a salesman in his father’s jewelry store until he decided to try living like he had a trust fund worthy of his wealthier cousins. He lived it up! Abe had a taste for liquor and an eye for the ladies. His father had no patience for Abe’s shenanigans and disowned his son.

That is how Abe Rothschild, the former diamond salesman, met up with Bessie Moore, the diamond wearing prostitute. The two became a couple in 1875. As you might imagine, it was not a blissful union. For two years, the pair traveled between Cincinnati, New Orleans and Hot Springs. Both were drinking heavily and, for all intents and purposes, Abe became Bessie’s pimp. They frequently had knock down, drag out fights and it didn’t matter who was watching. Abe insisted that she remain a prostitute and that she give him a cut of $50 a day, which seems like a lot to give an out of work, disowned man with a fancy pants last name, but Bessie obliged. However, when the former diamond salesman insisted that she sell her jewelry, he had gone too far! She should have kicked his sorry rear end to the curb, but she didn’t. Instead, she tried to force him to marry her. Oh, Bessie, Bessie, Bessie! Honey, this is like a Lifetime Original Movie gone very wrong!

Bessie said she would go to his father and say she was pregnant. She wasn’t. Abe said the words every girl longs to hear: “Okay. Fine. I’ll marry you, but keep your crazy yap shut. We have to keep it hush-hush because if word ever gets out that I share my fancy pants last name with a prostitute, I’ll be a laughing stock.” Well, I don’t know if that’s exactly what he said, but I’m pretty sure it was something like that. I don’t even know if they ever legally married, although some people say that’s why they traveled to Texas.

A Rothschild By Any Other Name

When the train rolled into the East Texas town of Jefferson on January 17,1877, Bessie and Abe were on it. People remembered them because they made quite an impression. She was dripping with diamonds. He was dripping with condescension. And they fought. Lawdy, they fought!

Blog3They checked into the Brooks House, as Mr. and Mrs. A. Monroe. They weren’t very good at staying under the radar though. Jefferson wasn’t exactly a booming metropolis where a jewelry wearing woman and her angry husband could blend in with the crowd. Folks heard Abe speaking to the little misses and they took calling her “Diamond Bessie.” Diamond Bessie would have been a pretty cool nickname if not for the fact that it was soon to be synonymous with her murder trial.

Blog8The Sunday following their arrival, Abe purchased a couple of picnic lunches and Diamond Bessie and the loudmouth were seen traipsing across a footbridge. Later that day, Abe was seen coming back to town via another route. Diamond Bessie was nowhere to be seen, but some of her diamonds were seen on Abe’s pinkie fingers. Hmm… Something smells fishy to me, people! Abe said that Bessie was visiting friends and would meet him for the Tuesday train. When Tuesday rolled around, “Mr. A. Monroe” was seen boarding an eastbound train with their luggage. Alone.

On February 5, a very dead Diamond Bessie was discovered in the woods. It twarn’t a pretty sight! She had been shot in the temple and her body was decomposing. Near her body, the remains of a picnic lunch were scattered. Her diamonds, however, were nowhere to be found.

Trial and Error

Mr. A. Monroe’s true identity was discovered and lawmen went to Cincinnati to fetch him. Rothschild learned they were coming and made one of the worst suicide attempts in history. He shot an eye out, people! But he lived. The Jefferson, TX lawmen caught up with Rothschild in the hospital.

Blog9Sketchy, one-eyed Rothschild, or not, his family wasn’t about to let Abe go down without a fight. His lawyers did everything short of pulling out a glove and saying, “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit!” Still, in December 1878, a jury in Marshall, TX came back with a guilty verdict. The sentence was death by hanging. But, of course, that isn’t the end of the story. The case went to Appeals Court and a new trial was set. On December 22, 1880, after four hours of deliberation, the second jury issued a not guilty verdict.

Diamond Bessie’s Body Lies A-Mouldering in the Grave

Blog4The town of Jefferson adopted Diamond Bessie as their own, providing her with a grave and a plaque with an incorrect date of death. Years later, a mysterious one-eyed stranger was seen placing flowers at her grave.

Since 1955, the Jefferson Lion’s Club has sponsored an annual re-enactment of The Diamond Bessie Murder Trial during the Jefferson Historic Pilgrimage. Lion’s Club members take turn playing jurors. This is one Old West cold case mystery that is still a hot commodity even if the answer seems obvious.

Happy Trails,

Anita Lequoia

The Mother of All Holidays

MD1aMother’s Day—It’s the mother of all holidays. It’s the day set aside to honor the sainted woman who blessed you by helping you to grow to adulthood and cursed you by hoping that you would, one day, have a child just like you. Although Mother’s Day seems like it has always been a fixture of our culture, it actually has only been a national holiday since 1914, which incidentally is the year Mother’s Cookie Company, maker of those delightful pink and white iced Circus Animal Cookies, was founded. But I digress.

Okay. Back to Mother’s Day. Today, we’re going to talk about the woman responsible for the creation of Mother’s Day. And, we’re also going to talk about the woman who tried diligently to put an end to Mother’s Day. As fate would have it, they were the same woman, a lady named Anna Jarvis. Squeee!  Folks, I couldn’t make up this stuff if I tried!

Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Anna Jarvis
Anna Jarvis

Make no mistake. Anna Jarvis loved her dear mother, Ann Jarvis. She loved her so much that, in 1906, she made a sacred vow at her mother’s graveside that she would devote her life to establishing a day set aside to honor all mothers—both living and dead. Sacred vows are serious business and the devoted daughter did not forget.

Ann Jarvis, mother of Anna
Ann Jarvis, mother of Anna

The elder Jarvis had been a peace activist, caring for the wounded on both sides of the Civil War. She also formed an organization called the Mothers Day Friendship Club, which offered companionship for women who refused to take sides during the Civil War. Following the war, Ann Jarvis had the idea of holding a huge family day picnic, called Mothers Friendship Day. The goal of the day was for neighbors who had fought on opposite sides to join hands in a sort of “Kumbaya” moment that would dissolve years of conflict, bad memories and resentment.

So, perhaps Anna Jarvis hadn’t been such an out-of- the-box thinker when she made that vow to campaign for a national Mother’s Day. In fact, she remembered her mother praying for someone to establish a day to honor mothers, during a Sunday school lesson in 1876. But, out-of-the-box thinker or not, she was absolutely true to her word.

Hearts and Flowers

St. Andrew's Church
St. Andrew’s Church

On the first anniversary of her mother’s death, Jarvis held a private memorial service at St. Andrew’s Methodist Episcopal Church in Grafton, West Virginia. The date was May 9, 1907. The location was the same church where her mother had led that Sunday school prayer, so many years earlier.

White carnationsThe following year, Anna Jarvis was unable to return to Grafton, but she arranged to have 500 white carnations delivered to St. Andrew’s. White carnations were chosen because they had been Mother Jarvis’s favorite flower. The flowers weren’t just for mothers in the congregation. They were for everyone who had ever had a mother. Each parishioner wore a fragrant carnation in honor of his or her own mother. That same afternoon, 15,000 people attended a service that Anna Jarvis, the world’s most devoted daughter, had helped to organized in Philadelphia. John Wanamaker, a Philadelphia merchant, took note of the number of people Anna was able to attract, and decided to join her campaign for Mother’s Day.

Yet, Mother’s Day was still not a national holiday. Jarvis’s initial attempts to tug at the heartstrings of politicians were unsuccessful. But Anna Jarvis would not be deterred! She quit her job and began a full-time letter writing campaign to politicians, ministers, merchants and women’s clubs.MD5

By 1914, the Mother’s Day movement gained the backing of the World’s Sunday School Association. And that same year, President Woodrow Wilson became a believer and signed the proclamation declaring the second Sunday in May to be Mother’s Day. Finally, Anna Jarvis could rest easy, knowing that she had fulfilled her promise. . . or maybe not.

Nip It In the Bud!

Anna Jarvis
Anna Jarvis

It seems that Jarvis had some very specific ideas on what Mother’s Day should be like. VERY specific! It was supposed to be a day to write your mother a handwritten letter and to wear a white carnation on your lapel. It most assuredly was NOT supposed to be a day to purchase a (((gasp))) printed greeting card, a flower arrangement, or a box of candy! Dagnabbit! Why weren’t people playing by the rules? Jarvis was appalled.

MD6Folks, I mean the commercialism of Mother’s Day was eating her up inside. When florists began advertising for the holiday, Anna Jarvis was so angry she couldn’t see straight. Florists had taken her idea of wearing white carnations and they ran away with it. They began promoting the idea of wearing colorful flowers to honor living mothers and white flowers for deceased mothers. What part of WHITE carnations did they not understand???!?

Hallmark Mother's Day card from the 1920's - HO from Hallmark CardsBy 1920, Anna was firmly convinced that the entire holiday had gone to hell in a handbasket. The woman who had fought so hard for Mother’s Day to be recognized, well . . .  she got a little nasty about the people who weren’t celebrating the way she had envisioned. She began a new campaign. This one was focused on getting people to STOP buying things for their mothers on Mother’s Day! Honestly, just because the woman endured 17 hours of backbreaking labor in the delivery room to bring you into the world is no reason to stoop to buying a Hallmark card!

MD8She called the greeting card industry, florists and candy makers, “charlatans, bandits, pirates, racketeers, kidnappers and termites that would undermine with their greed one of the finest, noblest and truest movements and celebrations.” If only she had learned to not bottle up her feelings!

When she unsuccessfully attempted to trademark the white carnation, together with the words, “Mother’s Day,” FTD offered her a commission on the sales of Mother’s Day carnations. She flatly refused their proposition. Instead, she began giving out buttons featuring white carnations. Ha! That would show those bloodsucking florists!

MD9Jarvis never did profit from Mother’s Day. And, she didn’t save her harsh words for profiteering businesses only. She also fought against charities that used Mother’s Day for fundraising. Curse you, Eleanor Roosevelt, for having the unmitigated gall to raise money to lower maternal and infant mortality rates. Yes, I said, “CURSE YOU!”

Despite her cheery outlook on life, Anna Jarvis’s final years were quite sad. She became a recluse and a hoarder and ultimately lived out her remaining years in a mental institution.  What she never knew was that her expenses were paid, in part, by a group of florists. She died in November of 1948. Anna Jarvis had no children.

Put Them All Together…

MD10In 1914, one year after Mother’s Day became a National Holiday, Howard Johnson the lyricist (not to be confused with Howard Johnson the motel mogul) wrote the words to the song “M-O-T-H-E-R, A Word That Means the World to Me.” I leave you with the lyrics, and a wonderful video recording of Henry Burr singing that song in 1916. I’m not positive, but something tells me that Anna Jarvis probably hated that song and felt that music had no part in celebrating Mother’s Day.

M Is for the Many things she gave me,

O Means only that she’s growing Old.

T Is for the Tears she shed to save me,

H Is for her Heart of purest gold.

E Is for her Eyes with love light shining,

R Means Right and right she’ll always be.

Put them all together, they spell MOTHER.

A word that means the world to me.

Happy Mother’s Day, all y’all!

Anita Lequoia

Precious Cargo: The Wings of Rescue

Blog1aTrue Confession: I have never been able to sit through that ASPCA commercial with Sarah McLachlan singing in the background. It’s not that I have anything against her.  I think she’s a fine musician. It’s just that those terribly sad, needy little dogs and cats really get to me . . . I want to bring them all home with me, feed them home-cooked meals, give them warm soapy baths and buy them squeaky toys and catnip mice. But, since that isn’t practical, I abruptly change the channel before I can hear McLaughlin’s lilting voice singing the very first “In the arms of an angel . . .” I have given myself some nasty bruises while diving for the remote control because, if I am forced to watch those sad, sad animal eyes, I will quickly become a blubbering heap on the floor.

Today’s story makes me cry, too . . . but they’re happy tears. In this edition of The Campfire Chronicle, I’m going to tell you about an organization of angels called Wings of Rescue and their amazing pilots. They volunteer their time and their airplanes to rescue desperate shelter animals – – those who are on Death Row, just hours away from euthanasia – – and fly them to no-kill shelters in other parts of the country where there are few pets available for adoption, and lots of people eager to adopt. Folks, this story is PAWSITIVELY awesome!

Pet Project

Blog1We’re a nation that has established bans on disposable grocery bags, yet we still have a system that allows for disposable pets. It is hard for me to understand that. According to the ASPCA, approximately 3.9 million dogs and 3.4 million cats enter animal shelters nationwide each year. Of the millions of shelter animals, about 1.2 million dogs and 1.4 million cats are euthanized, usually because of overcrowding in shelters. Those numbers are heartbreaking. And they broke the heart of one very special man named Yahuda Netanel, a private pilot and the founder of Wings of Rescue.

Blog10As a pilot, Yahuda Netanel is a trained problem solver, and this was one problem he dearly wanted to solve. He hit upon a plan to fly dogs and cats that are on death row in overcrowded California shelters to no-kill shelters and rescue groups, in Oregon, Washington, Idaho and Canada, where there are few pets available for adoption. Other pet-loving pilots got involved and a glorious animal relocation program took flight. The volunteers are sort of like animal-loving Robin Hoods: They take from the shelters with too many animals and give to those with room to accommodate more animals.

Blog9It’s a plan that is genius in both its simplicity and its complexity. The idea is simple, but the execution is not . . . it relies on an intricate network of highly skilled animal lovers. Netanel has said, “We combine our passion for flying with our passion to save the animals.” It’s enough to make me wish I had a pilot’s license! At the very least, I wish I could volunteer my services as an animal cuddler. Doesn’t that sound like a sweet gig? And I’d be soooooo good at it!

Precious Cargo

Blog12The four-legged passengers on the Wings of Rescue flights come in all shapes, sizes and ages. Some of the animals appear to be purebreds, while most are hybrids of questionable parentage, but no matter where they came from, all are deserving of a forever home. And it isn’t just healthy dogs and cats that are given a chance to earn some flyer miles. The organization also transports pregnant moms, moms with litters, convalescing dogs, and animals in need of surgery.Blog15

But as different as these animals may seem, they all have one thing in common: They have a lot of love to give.  The animals board their plane with health certificates, vaccinations, micro-chips and heart worm testing. Aside from the expectant moms, they have all been spayed or neutered. Animals that are not in need of medical care are eligible for adoption within hours of arrival.

Up, Up and Away!

Blog7Ground volunteers gather dogs and cats that are sometimes mere hours away from death and load them into crates. The precious cargo is then put into vans and driven to an airport where a pilot is waiting to fly them to a new chance at life.

Blog11In an interview with Samaritanmag, Netanel said, “By fostering relationships with various shelters and humane societies in various regions, we created this almost constant airlift of dogs finding new lives. It’s time-consuming and complicated to coordinate this—especially with a staff of zero, but many dedicated volunteers—but the dogs aren’t flying aimlessly in the sky. When we land, there are organizations taking them off the plane immediately and those dogs are being adopted within a matter of days.”

Some of the videos of people taking their newly adopted pets home have turned me into an emotion wreck. These are the happy tears, though because I know there will be a lot of squeaky toys and catnip mice in their future!

Throw Them a Bone!

Blog18While researching this story, I discovered something that made me chuckle. It seems that Sarah McLachlan won’t watch her own ASPCA commercials. She said they’re too sad. Make no mistake; I wholeheartedly support the mission of the ASPCA. And I understand that sometimes the best way to a donor’s pocket is through the heart. I only hope that one day there won’t be a need for commercials that show images of sad eyed dogs and cats while a song about angels plays in the background.

Blog14Wings of Rescue is doing their part to alleviate the need for such advertising. They are doing it one rescue flight at a time.  Since their launch in 2009, the group has rescued more than 12,000 dogs and cats. Yes, you heard me right . . . 12,000! But it is actually much more than 12,000, because rescuing 12,000 animals frees up 12,000 spaces in shelters for new animals. That’s actually a total of 24,000 animals saved!  By the end of 2015, their goal is to have saved 7,000 more animals. . . that will be a total of 38,000!

However, the good deeds Wings of Rescue does are limited by the available funds. While the pilots volunteer their time and their planes, each flight can cost several thousand dollars, due primarily to the cost of fuel, and the cost of crates and veterinary care for the animals.

Blog17But, there is a solution to the problem! Wings of Rescue is competing to win the Saving Pets Fundraising Challenge through the Found Animals Foundation. If they win the challenge, Wings of Rescue could receive a bonus of up to $50,000 to support their mission. Here’s how it works: Starting today and continuing through June 5th, donations are open to caring people like us, and the organization who raises the most money for their cause wins. And, here’s the best part: Even if an organization doesn’t win any of the grand prize money, they keep the money they raise during the campaign.  That money will help Wings of Rescue to fly a whole lot of pets to their forever homes!

If you would like to help Wings of Rescue win the challenge, you can make a donation HERE at the Crowdrise website, starting today and continuing through June 5th.  After June 5th, you can make a donation HERE at the Wings of Rescue website. Another good way to donate is through Amazon Smile where .5% of all your purchases will go to Wings of Rescue. They even have a Chrome extension to make it easier for you to use! You can sign up for Amazon Smile HERE.

And for a little donation inspiration, watch this video of Wings of Rescue in action, saving hundreds of lives!

So, how about throwing them a bone? Don’t make me start singing about angels, people! Trust me, nobody would what to hear that!

Happy Trails,

Anita Lequoia