Hi there,

Welcome to my blog, and thank you for visiting! I’ve created this blog with the aim of sharing and exploring adventures, experiences and passions close to my heart. I’m hoping it will give any readers something they can take away for themselves whether it be inspiration, ideas, awareness, new perspective, or simply just enjoyment from reading the posts.

To start, my name is Samantha. I was born and raised in Auckland, New Zealand, and I know NZ will always be home no matter where I may find myself. Since I can remember I have enjoyed the company of critters great and small. I have a Bachelor’s degree in Applied Science (Wildlife Management and Animal Welfare), and I have always strived to work in some animal field or other from shelters to zoos to rehabilitation centres to veterinary hospitals.

Since I was little, non-human animals have been my fascination and main interest. I grew up in a house backing onto a reserve in the suburbs, and we’d always be out feeding the ducks and other birds. One thing I learnt more and more growing up was that animals cannot speak for themselves. Like human babies, they are dependent upon others to stand up for their welfare. Animals have all levels of intelligence and a lot of the time I think it is forgotten how sentient they really are. We all have complex nervous systems, different methods of reproduction, brains of various sizes and function, and unique designs that give us the ability to fit into certain ecosystems. Different species work into different niches – thus through all of these connections life on earth progresses. We are all important to each other in some way.

I tend to find myself drawn to people who care about what happens to the world and who strive to personally contribute something positive. There is so much to be passionate about – so much that needs to be done – and I really do feel that if each person contributed something positive to an issue they felt strongly about, the world would be better off. For me, I aim to dedicate a month (or three) each year to a wildlife rescue and/or conservation project. And that is why I have this blog – to recount the journeys, and explore the things that really matter to me. I’m grateful to anyone who takes the time to read it, and hope that it encourages others to share and think about their own journeys and adventures. My latest expedition was to Borneo for the first time where I worked at an orangutan rehabilitation center for a few months, and I am currently in the USA back with some arctic wolves that I have spent a bit of time with in the past. Keep an eye on the blog for updates!


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Borneo – Orangutans: 2016


2014 - Arctic Wolves

America – Wolves: 2014


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Thailand – Elephants: 2013


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America – Wolves: 2010


Articles on my work have been published with permission at:

– Foundation for the Adoption, Sponsorship and Defence of Animals: Responsible Tourism blog; see article here.
Eastlife Magazine (April 2016, pages 17-18); article about my wildlife work and Borneo trip.
Rural Living Magazine (April-May 2016, pages 35-36); article about my wildlife work.
The New Zealand Herald; article on palm oil before I left for Borneo.


America – Back to the Wolves


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After my partner and I spent several days exploring the USA’s west coast from California, we had made it to Yachats, the “Gem of the Oregon Coast”, and the place I consider to be my second home.

When I first ventured to Yachats it was 2010, and a very different time for me. I was feeling very alone, I had not yet properly acknowledged my depression or anxiety, I was not settled in a home environment. I had no full-time job to tie me down, but I also had no financial stability. The dynamics of my family had recently changed. I had planned a three-month trip to the USA to do an internship at the White Wolf Sanctuary. It was a beautiful but trying experience, and I’d wished that I had someone special to share it with.

Now, I was able to share it with my life partner. What an incredible thing to be able to do. Better yet: my mother and sister would be joining us in a few days! My favourite place in the world had held some lonely times for me in the past, but I was now turning that all around.

sand dunes Florence Oregon USA blameitonmywildheartblog wildatheart wildatheartphotographyMy partner and I spent our first day checking out the sand dunes in Florence, the next town south of Yachats. Florence has these amazing sand dunes stretching for miles – rolling hills and valleys of them. My partner is quite into his fitness and sport, and we hired a couple of sandboards for the day. My partner is very athletic, but I am very the opposite, and while he flew down the sandy slopes I merely faceplanted. The sand dunes are a really neat destination to check out if you have some time in the area – you can go on ATV tours, hire buggies, and even hike around the waves of sand. I got tired pretty quickly out in the hazy sun wandering around the dunes with my partner searching for the perfect slope. I slept very well that night!

It wasn’t long before my mother and my sister arrived. Mum and my sister opted to stay somewhere in Yachats, while my partner and I were at my favourite little spot on the coast (Ocean Haven), so there was a bit of to-ing and fro-ing with only one vehicle. After everyone was settled in to their accommodation we got ready for the tour I had planned for us: a guided tour (with me as the guide!) of the White Wolf Sanctuary.

So that brings us back to WWS. My heaven, my heartache. My world and my woe. I know that sounds very dramatic, but it’s the best way I can sum it up. And it’s all true.

This place is impossibly dear to my heart, and if I dwell for too long on how far I live from it I am easily saddened. Before my partner flew up and met me in California I volunteered for over a month at the White Wolf Sanctuary. I was so looking forward to being back, and to updating everyone frequently on the exciting work I was doing. But after my first day back at the Sanctuary I was ready to throw the towel in and leave it behind for good.

In 2010, fresh out of university, I headed to the White Wolf Sanctuary for the first time as an intern for three months. I had been excited and ridiculously nervous to meet Lois, the Founder and Director of this incredible sanctuary. Lois was a passionate, inspiring woman whose opinions on environmental topics resonated strongly with mine. I wanted nothing but to do a good job for her, and hopefully befriend some wolves along the way.

Turns out the wolves were easy to bond with (such wonderful creatures they are), but despite working hard for the Sanctuary I came to feel like I would never be good enough. The first week of my internship in 2010 with Lois was bliss; she was my role-model, friend and confidant. I looked up to her, and spent almost every day there working by her side. But after that first week her demeanour with me changed. She began to bully and belittle me.

I live with a mental illness. Sometimes I still find that shameful to say ‘out loud’, but it’s not. We need to make this topic less taboo. I believe that my quirks, personality traits and the way my mind works can make it difficult for me to be with sometimes. I do recognise this, and while I have shunned that acknowledgement in the past it is something that I have worked hard on in recent years, and I’m now in a place where I am incredibly proud of and happy with myself. Lois is an indescribably amazing person, and I love her, as so many people do. I can recognise, however, that at times she is difficult to be around. I’m not going to put a label on why this is, but I do know that people have given up on her in the past because of how she treats them. She has told me that she loves me, but she’s also told me to go back to my ‘own country’. She sings my praises regarding my relationship with the wolves, then she’ll yell at me to get out and not come back. I’m told that I’m a wonderful friend, and then that I don’t truly care about her. The ups and downs are difficult to bear with. Hence, being at WWS under her direction is bittersweet. I gladly work hard for the sanctuary, getting my hands dirty with wolf poop and prey carcasses and muddy water troughs. Quiet time with the animals is my utter bliss, but the negative interactions with Lois are upsetting. I look up to her, and want so badly for her to acknowledge me positively. Unfortunately, due to her own demons, she cannot always do this.

When I came back for my third time during this last visit, Lois was not physically well. It was difficult to see her so frail; she has always been so sprightly and tough. A staff member who I had never met before was taking care of things around the sanctuary while she was mostly staying indoors. I got to learn that he was working very long hours because other staff members had left. He was having to cover the daily duties (including food preparation, cleaning, tourist tours, property maintenance, etc. etc. etc.) as well as checking up on Lois, as well as staying until after the sun went down to feed the wolves at night (so that the hordes of crows didn’t eat their dinner). In summer the sunset happened late in the evening – this man had his own family, but no time in which he could be with them.

On my second day, during a disappointing encounter with Lois, this staff member was told to not come back. Why? Because, she told him, Sam was here now and he wasn’t needed. He told me this as I was getting things ready for a tour that I assumed he’d be leading (I wanted to refresh myself on the ‘ropes’). Blimey, did I panic when I realised that now I was expected to carry out all the duties on my own. I had also committed to doing online work for my New Zealand job in the evenings – it would be impossible for me to fit everything in. It would be impossible for me to not burn out. At first there were a couple of other people who could be counted on to do the evening feeds, but that soon fizzled out. Past volunteers were then begged to, and these lovely folk agreed to help out at night so long as they only had to deal with the wolvesies. It was a constant battle and an exhausting few weeks – not physically, but emotionally. Loved ones back home were begging me to take care of myself; to step back and remove myself from the source of my constant anxiety and upset. But then who would care for the wolves each day?

Fast-forward a couple of weeks, and I’m here in Oregon with my family. I’m meant to be taking them for a day trip to see the wolves, and I’m terrified. Will Lois curse at my family and tell them to leave? How have the small rally of volunteers coped with things over the last couple of weeks? I make a decision not to introduce my family to Lois. I tell them all about the incredible things she has achieved, and teach them all about the wolves on the drive over. We take the five miles up the forested mountain to the sanctuary slowly, admiring the american jungle around us and its utter beauty. We reach the fence line to the first enclosure and my mother gasps as I once did when I first arrived seven years ago. I smile, and smile, and smile, about to introduce some of my favourite humans to the beasts that I have spoken so much about for years.

My family are nervous. They are about to meet and touch wolves for the very first time. They know that this moment means a lot to me, and they want to make a good impression on these incredible animals. I know that they will.

My partner meets Everitt, a beautiful, incredibly social male (here’s a list of the current wolves of the White Wolf Sanctuary). We approach the fence together, walking normally – not too fast, and not slow. Once we reach the fence we crouch down, and my partner places the back of his hand against the cold metal. Everitt wanders right over and greets him, licking his hand and turning on his side for a scratch. My heart swells.

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My sister and my mother meet Sakarri, the most gorgeous little sweet soul. Sakarri flattens her ears in excitement and looks like she’s about to take off; she can’t get to them fast enough. She kisses them all over their faces and buries her nose in their hair. She rubs her side against the fence and tries to cover herself in their scent. Even shy Modoc comes along to say hello, interested in who these joyful and gentle people are that I have brought to his home.

We spend the day making the social wolves and ourselves wholly happy, and we are treated to multiple howls and uncountable kisses. We return the next few days to ensure that everyone is fed, watered and content, and sadness suffocates my heart as we drive away for the last time to continue our trip. And writing this, right now – this is difficult for me to end.

How I miss the wolves.


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America – West Coast


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After spending a month volunteering tirelessly, on my own, for an unforgiving boss at a wolf sanctuary in the USA, my sister and brother-in-law drove down from Canada and my mother and my partner flew up from New Zealand for a reunion vacation. We spent a wonderful three days at Disneyland in California, and another couple of days in Los Angeles exploring other theme parks and the general area. I wasn’t sad to say goodbye to LA; I’m not much of a city person, and I was definitely “theme parked-out” by that point. I was also really looking forward to the next stage of the trip: a journey, by road, up the beautiful west coast.

We said a temporary farewell to my mum in LA (she was staying on with a childhood friend for some adventures of their own) and hopped in my sister’s Canadian car – it was now packed to the brim with the luggage of four people. Our next destination was San Francisco. It was just an overnight stop for us, and people had told me that it was a shame we wouldn’t be spending more time there as it’s a wonderful place, but I was eager to move on from cities and head to a more natural setting.

It took us almost seven hours to drive from our little AirBnB house in Los Angeles to San Francisco airport, where my partner and I picked up our rental car. We then all made our way to the shared room we’d be staying at for that night. I’m a ridiculously light sleeper, so sharing a room with three other people is not ideal for me, but everything else was either booked out or too expensive for our budgets. It ended up being really comfortable accommodation, and we enjoyed a wonderful meal at a local Salvadorian eatery that kindly stayed open for us despite the late hour.

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Golden Gate Bridge in the fog

The following day we awoke to a very misty, grey August day in the city. We packed our bags again, and took our separate cars down to a beach near the famous Golden Gate Bridge to have a quick look. The height of the suspension bridge disappeared into the fog, and we didn’t stand around for too long as it was so chilly. We stopped off on the other side of it to take our touristey photos again, then found a place nearby for some brunch. It was then time to say goodbye and go our separate ways – them taking their time with the drive back to Canada, and my partner and I following a direct route to Crescent City, northern California.

When planning this trip I had wanted to find a place for us to set up for a few days where we could enjoy the incredible coastal redwoods. There were many options, and in the end we settled for a gorgeous log cabin in Crescent City. By the time factored in for encountered roadworks, stops for food and photographs, we didn’t reach our accommodation until about 10pm. Our gracious AirBnB host, Min, was waiting up for us to welcome us to her home.

Duck geese chickens Crescent City blameitonmywildheartblog wildatheartMin’s log cabin boasts cathedral-style ceilings and large windows, with private balconies for guests to enjoy. It is nestled against the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park, and is naturally surrounded by wildlife. It had a rustic, forestey smell, and I snuggled into bed that night feeling very at home.

The following morning Min greeted us with a home-cooked breakfast. There were other guests staying in the log cabin, and it was interesting hearing the other travellers’ stories. I spent some time that morning admiring all the little animals on the property that had been locked away the night before – ducks and geese and quail and cute little chickens all running around the grass enjoying themselves. I loved knowing that we would be spending a couple of days here.

My partner and I decided to enjoy the Jedidiah Smith Redwoods State Park that day. The lack of blue sky concerned me – I’m a real sunshine girl, and I was hoping to soak up some warmth before heading back to the cold and wet New Zealand winter. Despite the slight chill in the air the park, of course, was beautiful. We hiked and skipped stones, saw snakes and tiny frogs, and explored the beautiful area in general.

The following day we checked out Crescent City itself. The Mexican food we encountered in America was so good. A lot of the stops we ended up making during our trip was focused around the delicious Mexican food! Crescent City had something to offer in that regard, and from there we took a quick look at Battery Point Lighthouse, one of the first lighthouses on the Californian coast. It sits atop its own little island, so it’s a good spot if you enjoy history and also if you like beautiful scenery. Also, I had no idea that Sasquatch is apparently a real thing in California! If you’re lucky you might see one… (But don’t be like this lady and take out a lawsuit against the state for not believing you.)

Later that night my sister got in touch; they had set up camp in the park nearby. It certainly wasn’t warm out, and I was glad that we were sleeping indoors! We had a lovely last dinner together, my partner and I settled in to spend our final night in California, and the next morning it was back to the road.

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A view of Crater Lake and Wizard Island from a 2014 trip in summer

Crater Lake is a stunning spot in Oregon that is not to be missed. Approximately 7,700 years ago a violent volcanic eruption caused the creation of Crater Lake, and it now sits as the United States of America’s deepest lake, and the ninth deepest lake in the world. I saw Crater Lake during a trip there three years ago, and it is breath-taking to behold. As I said; it is not to be missed – except… my partner and I did miss it.

As we ventured out of the redwoods, we prepared ourselves for a shorter journey than our previous one. It would take us roughly five hours to a small city called La Pine, itself about an hour and a half’s drive from Crater Lake. As we crossed the Oregon border and made our way inland my smile broadened – a beautiful blue sky opened up above us and the sun graced us with its presence. We stopped for lunch at a gorgeous spot called Lake of the Woods at roughly the halfway point to our next destination. This natural lake in Klamath County has its own resort and restaurant, the Lake House Restaurant, and it was busy with people enjoying watersports in the lake for the summer. We sat out on the desk of the restaurant, marveling at the very fat chipmunks and squirrels zooming in all directions to accept food from the human visitors.

We were excited for our next accommodation, another gem found on AirBnB. As soon as we arrived I kicked myself that I had only booked us in to stay for two nights. It was stunning. Its AirBnB description is “A River Runs Thru It!” which definitely drew me to the listing. What I didn’t realise was that we had an entire two-storey cabin to ourselves. The bed was in an open-plan room on the second floor, looking out over the grounds and lake. We sat for some time admiring the incredibly lovely setting before heading out in search of another Mexican restaurant.

The following day I chatted to our host, Robin, about our plans to visit Crater Lake. The discussion actually led to us changing our plans. While we were aware of forest fires in Oregon, Robin opened our eyes to the fact that this fire season was particularly bad. She noted that other guests had complained that they had hardly been able to see Crater Lake at all. We had a chat and decided that because we only had one full day to enjoy this beautiful spot, and because the air was fresh and the sun was beaming happily down on us (whereas Crater Lake was completely covered with smoke), we would enjoy the sunny river and grasslands surrounding the accommodation.

While I do love Crater Lake, the decision to stay at the river isn’t one that I regret. We had a beautiful day relaxing and enjoying the nature directly around us, which I think is something tourists can easily forget to do when they are so focused on seeing particular sights.

From Robin’s it was a four hour drive the following day to my second home, Yachats in Oregon. Some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen have been around this area, and I couldn’t contain my excitement to finally share them with my partner.

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Forest fire smoke hides the sun and burns the sky orange

However, as we made our way back out to the coast, the forest fire smoke choked everything around us. There was no blue sky, or striking blue ocean. It was hazy and grey, and the smokey sky and burnt ocean blurred into one. We stood atop one of my favourite spots on a cliff above the sea and I felt disappointed that my partner was not able to experience the awe that I’d had when I first found this place. Of course, it’s important to appreciate the moment, and my heart was filled with joy at being able to have my significant other stand here with me, facing out to the incredible Oregon coast.

That night we stayed in my absolutely favourite motel, Ocean Haven. I met Ocean Haven’s owner, Chrissy, in 2010 when I first visited Oregon, and instantly fell in love with her and the place. It was so good to see her again, and introduce my partner to her. That night the sunset shone through the fire smoke, and I went to bed feeling like a child the night before Christmas, ready to tiki-tour my partner around the most special place on earth to me. It was perfect being home.



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Is there anything better than Disneyland?


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Last year I visited Disneyland for the first time at the age of 29. The three-day magical experience came right off the back of a month-long volunteer commitment that ended up being extremely mentally and emotionally draining. Disneyland was a cure for my depleted happiness stores.

The two days that followed my blissful Disneyland adventure were also filled with a couple of other theme-parks in California. I wondered to myself: will I find something as incredible as Disneyland? Will either of these parks even come close to the magic that Disney has? The short answer: No.

Saturday morning, the day after we said goodbye to Disneyland, I woke up feeling deflated. Things just didn’t feel the same as they had the previous day. We had moved from our cute Disney-local hotel to an AirBnB place across town that didn’t feel as welcoming. My mother and sister were both suffering from red, sore and blistered legs. This is actually not an uncommon thing, and Google told us that it is sometimes known as “the Disney rash” (it comes after prolonged walking in the heat, and is super sore). After several late nights (which I simply cannot handle nowadays!) I was feeling very tired, and the mental trials I had faced over the previous month during my volunteer time with the wolves were seeping back into my mind.

But surely, there was hope, no? We were off to Universal Studios!

The most exciting part of Universal Studios for me was The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I love Harry Potter. I read the books as a teenager and reread them with my partner recently (he had never finished them before). My sister and her husband are complete fans, too; they had a Harry Potter-themed cake for their engagement, and at their wedding my sister walked down the aisle to the Harry Potter opening theme. I think out of all of us my sister’s husband was the most excited to be venturing to Universal Studios’ version of Hosgmeade, and was literally bouncing with glee once we redeemed our tickets and made our way into the park.

Something I noticed right away was that there was construction almost everywhere you looked. While Disneyland kept their construction to after-hours so as not to disrupt the immersion, Universal Studios didn’t hold back. There were all sorts of machines shrieking and screaming behind walls of thin plywood. Small posters spouting phrases such as “pardon my dust, I’m under construction” did nothing to relieve some of the disturbance you couldn’t help but feel. For me it was certainly a disappointment.

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Ambiance of the Three Broomsticks Inn

Even so, on seeing the huge archway for Hogsmeade my childish joy ignited completely. We had a quick look at some stores, then made our way in to the Three Broomsticks for an absolutely delicious English-style big breakfast. The pumpkin juice and butterbeer were divine, the food was wonderful, the setting was amazing. After we ate our fill it was imperative that we buy our school robes and matching scarves. Gryffindor for me, Slytherin for my sister and Ravenclaw for my brother-in-law. My partner was not quite on board with that – considering the price of the robes that was probably a wise choice.

Then it was off to the Harry Potter motion master. The line was ridiculous – thankfully we had fast passes (our travel agent had found us a deal where we were able to get one fast pass per ride), so jumped ahead. You weren’t allowed bags on the ride, so we had to pay for a temporary locker space. One thing I noticed about this park was that they certainly like to clip the ticket wherever they can; it’s very, very commercial. At Disneyland I felt like a treasured guest, but here there was a lot of pressure to be a frequently paying consumer. In saying that, the motion master was incredible and certainly worth the small cost of the locker. However I’m not sure I would have felt satisfied after waiting in the queue for as long as people were expected to, but that’s just me.

Then we thought we would have a look at Ollivander’s – the famous wand store. There was a queue outside of it (I wasn’t really sure why, at this point), so we chatted away until finally being let in with a larger group.

On entering the store we found ourselves in a small wooden chamber. We were given a bit of a spiel about how wands work (they choose you, you know) before being let in to the next room. There was a wooden bench top, bookshelves full of books reaching up to the high ceiling, a staircase leading to a mysterious place – and on the staircase, waiting for us, was an intriguing shop assistant draped in magical robes.

I looked around, noting a vase of flowers sitting high up on a shelf. I had heard about this… It was a ceremony. We were here to witness someone receiving their wand. There are blog posts floating around the internet about how to be chosen. I haven’t read any of them. I was surrounded by excited kids and adults alike. I didn’t expect to be chosen. But I was.

The shop assistant singled me out from the crowd, and had me step forward, telling everyone in the room that magical talent can come at any age. In my typical fashion I instantly felt massive guilt for being chosen over my sister or brother-in-law. But I was so excited. I had been chosen to receive a magical wand from Ollivander’s!

The shop assistant gave me some different wands to try. She had me attempt spells – of course, the first couple of wands did not work, and I ended up killing the flowers in the vase high up in the bookcase. But finally, a wand pushed itself out of the bookshelf toward me. The shop assistant held it, and noted that she thought this was the one. I attempted a spell, and it went perfectly. A glowing light illuminated me as I realised: my wand had found me. It was a magical, breath-stopping moment.

The magical spell of the captivating ceremony, however, was broken as soon as we were ushered into the actual store where people could purchase wands of their own. A teller was waiting for me; he congratulated me on being chosen, and wasted no time in telling me the price of the wand. Ah – of course – you have to buy it. I mean, of course you do. Of course. But how lovely would it be if people who were chosen at these ceremonies got to keep their wands? My partner lovingly pointed out that in our group we were the only ones dressed in Hogwarts robes – no doubt the staff are trained to look for people who are fans and most likely to spend the money. The magic was over, and I was just another duped customer.

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“Please don’t ask me how much I paid for this.”

I gave in and bought the wand. It was a more expensive version than the standard aesthetically-accurate wands, and actually interacted with some of the shop-fronts (you have to perform certain ‘spells’, and certain things will move in the shop windows, etc.). I lost interest in that fairly quickly, though, my feelings of “this place really wants to suck the money out of you” quite overpowering.

There was a lot more of the park to explore, so we left Hogsmeade and headed off to some other attractions. A stand-out for me was the Studio Tour. I didn’t know that it would be a ride in its own right, and it was fantastic. I would definitely recommend it.

The other rides for me weren’t very memorable. Any animatronics were not as well done as Disneyland, and I just wasn’t getting that feel of magic. By the end of the day we were all pretty tired, and quite happy to head home. However, just as we were deciding to leave we noted that there was a stunt show starting soon. Figuring that we may as well use our fast passes to get a seat, we found ourselves in a large arena in front of a set of WaterWorld (a film I still haven’t seen). A cast member introduced himself to us and sprayed people with water, cracking jokes as he did so, as people filed in to the arena. We warmed to him instantly, and it certainly cheered me up a bit.

The Universal Studios WaterWorld stunt show was incredible. The acting was fantastic, the stunts were impressive, and the whole set was simply amazing. There were costumed jet skis, there were death-defying heights, there was a storyline, there were explosions, even an airplane crash-landed (WHAT!!?) – I’m not a huge action movie fan, but I could certainly appreciate the amount of work that went into this show. It was a fantastic way to end the day.

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The following day was that of rest for my mum, sister and brother-in-law, but my partner and I were off to Knott’s Berry Farm. My partner was looking for the ultimate rollercoaster, whereas I was hoping for something cute and quiet.

Knott’s Berry was fun – I enjoyed the themed “ghost town” most of all (probably thanks to my obsession with LARPing), and I found the atmosphere to be a smidge more captivating than Universal Studios, but once again it wasn’t Disneyland, not by far. My partner managed to rope me into going on one of the scariest rollercoasters (made of wood; it creaks and strains as you climb higher and higher, and moves so fast going down that I couldn’t breathe!), but even that didn’t satisfy his craving to find something truly adrenaline-pumping. The ultimate rollercoaster remains undiscovered!

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Hmmmm, no thank you

Medieval Times dinner California wildatheartblog wildatheart blameitonymwildheartblogOur theme park week lasted five days including Disneyland. While Universal Studios was fun, I enjoyed the atmosphere and rides of Knott’s Berry Farm more, but Disneyland was the absolute winner for me. We also went to Medieval Times for dinner one night (which again, as a LARPer, I quite enjoyed, despite its incredible cheesiness. My partner loved the fact that at dinner there was no cutlery). It was a hectic, tiring five days, and if I did it again I would probably decide to stay at Disneyland. But what a wonderful way to have a family reunion.


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Have you heard of ‘The Minimalists‘? I was introduced to the concept of ‘Minimalism’ by my partner as we were planning to buy our own home. He was suddenly obsessed with decluttering and donating. I always look at ways of donating or otherwise recycling unneeded possessions rather than putting them into landfill, but I can’t say that I’ve ever decided, “Right, I’m going to get rid of half my stuff.” Buying our own home was the start of our ‘Minimalism’ journey – we went from a rented house with three bedrooms and a double garage, to a little 60 square meter place that has two bedrooms (converted into my piano studio) and no garage. We’ve had to get rid of a lot of stuff. And a lot of this stuff I hadn’t even looked at in the two years we were renting, or even before that – but I’d held on to it anyway because… well… ‘Just in case’.

Part of the whole minimalism thing is a shift in thinking. Instead of looking at an object and saying, “Ah yes, I might want that for something in five years so I may as well hold onto it,” it’s looking at an object and asking myself “Is this going to add real value to my life?” If not – get rid of it, or don’t buy it. Minimalism isn’t just about getting rid of things we don’t need; it’s about living more intentionally. It’s about being more conscious consumers. It’s a lifestyle that asks you to step away from the incredibly damaging fast fashion industry, and instead looks at how you can still own things that you love, but by purchasing quality items that last you many seasons as opposed to cheap garments produced in sweatshops that will probably end up in the rubbish in a few months because they are no longer trendy. Check out Project 333 if you are up for a challenge in minimising your wardrobe (it doesn’t require you to get rid of anything you own!).

The two people who have been communicating their message of Minimalism to the world (Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodemus) describe it as: “Minimalism is a tool to rid yourself of life’s excess in favor of focusing on what’s important—so you can find happiness, fulfillment, and freedom.

Getting rid of ‘stuff’ and decluttering your physical space is a recommended part of it. But it’s also about letting go of the ideology that we need to ‘be’ a certain way in order for others to accept and respect us. “If I have this type of car, what does it say about me as a person?” “Does this art on my studio wall sufficiently communicate my personality and trendiness?” “I need to strive to look like the models in the magazines I read.” These are phrases we may not consciously say to ourselves, but society including advertising, media, jobs and our peers all push us to subconsciously ask ourselves these things when making decisions. Once you decide to live a life for yourself, and not what society dictates, it grants you a lot more freedom.

To me, minimalism isn’t about caring less. It’s about caring more. Caring more about yourself, your relationships, the world around you – once you begin letting go of the things that don’t really matter, you are able to focus on the meaningful things that do. My partner and I donated furniture, clothing, appliances and more before moving in to our new home, and we still have plenty to go. People have started offering us suggestions of items that we ‘need’ or ‘should have’, and ideas on how to extend our home (“you definitely want an extra room, and you should probably have a larger living area”) – but we are so happy with how it is now. Part of our minimalism journey is to let go of that pressure to be constantly focused on how to ‘better’ what we have, and just enjoy this current moment.

My partner has been recommending for weeks that I watch “The Minimalists” documentary on Netflix, Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things. I finally got around to watching it on the weekend, sitting on our second-hand couch in our little living space – and I’m so glad that I did. So much of it resonated with me – it accurately described a lot of the pressures I’ve felt to look a certain way, have enough money to buy certain clothes, and work hard enough at my job so that I’ll be respected – all the while pushing to the side the things I really enjoy in life; reading a book under a tree, lying on the beach next to my partner with our cellphones switched off, volunteering, sitting in the sun with my rescue kittens, getting my hands grubby in the garden. These things are deemed as ‘nice to do’ but they don’t give you any Trendy Life points or Congratulations You’re a Career Girl points or You’ve Achieved a Life that Popular People Will Be Envious of on Social Media points. But if I did those things all day every day – my happiness bubble would be so full it’d be in danger of bursting! So I’d rather focus on those things that bring me true happiness as opposed to welcoming the anxiety of trying to make others envy my social media platforms, or striving to work 70 hours a week just to make a faceless corporation accept me, etc. etc. etc.

If you have access to Netflix I would definitely recommend watching the Minimalism documentary. It filled me with a sense of calm, and this lovely feeling that I can achieve more for myself. If you would like to read more about this whole Minimalism thing you can have a look at where to start on Josh & Ryan’s page herethey’ve got a few great suggestions on their website which are perfect to read over if you are interested in learning more.


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I wrote a LARP and it was scary


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I wrote a LARP. I didn’t mean to write a LARP… I meant to write a simple murder mystery… but I got carried away… and suddenly we were all standing in my garden with fairy wings and pretty wands and elf ears and fake blood and multi-coloured glitter and…

My blog usually focuses on my animal-related work. Every now and then I include something completely different, and this is one of those something completely differents. Please do hang around if you like dress ups and fairy tales.

Putting my masquerade costume together

For my 30th birthday last year I purchased a murder mystery game online: the Ravenwood Masquerade Murder Mystery. I class myself as a relatively unconventional gal, and I really fancied a masquerade party for this apparently milestone of a birthday. When I was a kid my mum and dad put on regular murder mystery nights. I remember guests arriving at our home in an array of costumes, spouting different accents and smoking cigars, waving hats and twirling dresses depending on the theme of the evening. In high school one of my friends held a murder mystery for her birthday – we sat around a table eating tasty food and getting through the game that turned out to be very inappropriate and satisfyingly hilarious. I remember enjoying it, but not exactly how it worked, hence why I purchased one for my own dinner party to try out.

The theme of Ravenwood is pretty simple; in a gloomy town full of scandal and suspicious folk, a spectacular masquerade ball is thrown at the nearby castle. People receive tickets in the mail despite not paying for them, and a rabble of mismatched characters is brought together for a night of decadence… and maybe death.

The game was fun and easy to play, even for my friends who aren’t in the LARP (live action roleplay) scene as I am. We ate, drank and merried the night away, someone ‘died’ and more than one person was accused as the killer. The night went so smoothly that I decided to commit to what I had been contemplating: I would write my own LARP. I mean murder mystery. I began brainstorming straight after the Ravenwood night (November) and worked on it right up until we actually played it (March).

The game is called A Midsummer Night’s Murder and is based in the present day, but features magical creatures (Fae) as well as humans. If you’d like to read the premise you can click here to have a look. I love fantasy (light as well as spooky) and penny dreadfuls, so I took inspiration from (and featured references of) literature, plays and other media such as Frankenstein, Harry Potter, Fern Gully, Game of Thrones, The Autumn Castle and others (including, of course, Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream).

I love the game. I love the characters I created, the twists and turns, the secrets and scandals. But as we drew closer to the night of the event I found it all very worrisome. I’d invited friends in the LARP community who love roleplay and can “get into character” in an instant, and I had also invited friends who had never done this sort of thing before. Would it be too much for the ‘non-larpers’? Would people get along? Would everyone be horribly bored because nobody but myself would end up enjoying it? What if someone didn’t turn up, and their character was a pinnacle one and the whole story fell apart? Would my partner, who is not a larper, hate it so much that it caused an argument!? Would it be a huge, awful disaster and people would never want to talk to me again!?
I’m 30, and this is how my brain works, every single day. I still haven’t figured out how to quieten it down.

I’ve called this particular blog post “I wrote a LARP and it was scary” not because the game itself was super scary (though it does include some horror themes), but because the writing, organising and running of it was scary. All that pressure I felt – the fear of disappointing (or worse, upsetting) friends was awful to deal with! The anxiety revolving around worrying that it would be a complete failure of an evening was quite overwhelming. I had stress dreams. Lots of stress dreams.

The whole scenario got me thinking about all those times I played in a LARP of any scale and said to myself “I could never run one of these”. I’ve always decided that the pressure would be too much to deal with. This feeling of doubt is strengthened any time I come across negative feedback people have in regards to games that they’ve participated in. I feel that I would not be able to healthily deal with feedback pertaining to a game I had poured months of creation and countless hours of work into if that feedback came anywhere near to what I perceive as negative. And yet my creative, brave friends are out there constructing these incredible worlds from their imaginations, weaving together storylines for others to improvise on, and actually setting up these huge events for people to take part in that sometimes span across days. I think I would implode from all the stress and anxiety it would cause me.

But still, I ran my own little fairytale game. The larpers, I know, found it a lot easier than those who had never experienced this sort of thing before. The friends new to this type of adventure did find it difficult (an ‘out-of-character’ area helped, along with a good dose of Cards Against Humanity to break the ice), but they all did really well. My partner, who had sworn in the past that he would never come LARPing with me, admitted at the end of the night that he enjoyed it. And my amazing mum was wonderful at reassuring me all night that she was having a good time.









Would I write and run a game again? Definitely. The highlights for me were seeing everyone arrive in their costumes and the different ways in which each person interpreted the character I had written for them. I also loved watching where the various stories were going – things happened that I would never have expected, and it was fantastic following the different directions of things. I would definitely like to run A Midsummer Night’s Murder in a more ‘official’ capacity, perhaps at an upcoming LARP convention somewhere local. I’d love to see what a completely different group of people would do with it.









Would I write and run a game in the same capacity again? Probably not. I think this was a bit too much for those who didn’t know what to expect. In hindsight I should have put it straight on the table as a LARP, rather than a potentially-casual murder mystery. So if any of my non-larper friends who attended are reading this: thanks so much for giving it a go!


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‘Taming’ the timids


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I have been involved with an array of animal rescue projects in a variety of countries. When I’ve worked abroad it has, for the most part, been for a program that aims to release animals from the bonds of extortion, offering freedom from abuse at the very least, and sometimes with the goal of rehabilitating the animals back into the wild. These projects cater for each individual animal’s personality, quirks, health issues, etc. For example, at the Sepilok Orangutan Rehablitation Centre in Borneo a particularly ill primate will be given intensive care with a rehabilitation plan tailored for its every requirement. At the White Wolf Sanctuary in the USA if a particular wolf feels threatened by human males it will not be forced to interact with them. These projects adapt to suit each animal they work with, rather than requiring the individual animal to suit the program’s parameters.

Not every rescue organisation has this ability. For example, a cat rescue & rehoming charity I work with in New Zealand, Lonely Miaow, aims for the succinct but ambitious goal of “no more strays” in its area of operation.  We rescue stray cats and kittens (including those abandoned by previous owners) with the ultimate goal of finding new homes for them. A cat or kitten’s chance of finding a new home depends greatly on its temperament. An ‘aggressive’ or otherwise fearful cat may never be adopted by a member of the public. Thus, it is our job to socialise them as best we can. This can be incredibly tough, and in this post I am going to outline the general five-step process I use for ‘taming’ timid kitties.

1. Confinement

The first step is creating a safe, confined area for your fearful feline. I use crates as a starting point. I prefer crates because they are smaller and more secure than a whole room. Plus, cats and kittens are adept at squishing themselves into impossibly tiny hidey-spaces. You don’t want your kitty to be able to escape you completely. In a crate you can provide them with a dark box to hide in, but ultimately they are within your easy grasp if you do need to handle them for any reason. You don’t want to be chasing your feline around a room because this stresses both you and kitty out, and means that they will associate you with a negative experience. A crate is a safe, small, secure area that you can control.

Give your kitty a day or two to get used to its new environment and settle.

‘Mischief’ getting settled in his crate containing snuggly blanket, hiding box and hammock.

2. Tasty Food

Cats are opportunistic carnivores, built to eat 12-24 small meals over a 24-hour period of time. They should have some food and fresh water available at all times. I feed my rescue cats standard dry food provided by the charity. Once or twice a day, however, I find something super tasty for them to eat. My preference is Jimbo’s pet food – a New Zealand-made raw meat range suitable for cats. I find that many rescue cats who have had to catch food on their own are crazy about good quality raw meat. It’s extremely nutritious for them, and I always notice an improvement in the condition of their coats once they have decent raw food in the diet.

For those kitties I’ve encountered who don’t give the raw meat the reaction I like to see, I trial a couple of other things. Fussy Cat grainfree is a brand of pet food in Australasia that offers a variety of wet foods. One of these tends to be a winner, and I love the fact that they have a whole range of grainfree products (cats don’t have any nutritional requirement for grains).

A main point of offering this tasty food is to get kitty associating you with something positive. My strategy is to provide the standard dry food at all times, but once or twice a day offer something super tasty. I start with just popping the tasty food in the crate and walking away (you want kitty to have an opportunity to eat it properly and get hooked!), and over time I will hang around the crate while kitty eats, or even sit at the door. Depending on how confident you think kitty is you can even trial giving them a stroke or two while they eat. If all goes well you’ll eventually find that your furry friend will anticipate the meal and may start to call for you to visit them in their crate, and even approach you when you do so. Using tasty food is how I’ve broken the ‘no touch’ barrier with many of my rescues.

Louis’ first time letting me feed him

One case study is my own boy, Louis. Louis was found as an unneutered adult male. He was very timid when he came into my care. I popped him in a crate and he lived in my kitchen for several weeks while I tried to get him used to me. It was a real breakthrough when he let me hand- and spoon-feed him food. I didn’t have any other cats at this point – often you find that having confident cats around really speeds up the progress of socialisation. For Louis and I it was just us two getting through things alone.

3. Forced Snuggles

Anything ‘forced’ may not sound very positive, but this is something you are going to want to trial with your timids once you feel they have gotten used to your presence around the crate more. I find it works best with multiple kittens. For example, there’s always one kitten in a litter who seems a bit more confident than the others. This is the cat I focus on for snuggle time. My process is not to pick them up, but to pat them where they are in their crate. Often they will run into their hiding box – that’s fine, but I still go ahead and pat them. You don’t want them to learn that they can run away from you; you want them to get used to being petted. If you have focused on the most confident one you’ll find that after a few times of giving them pats they should start to purr. Once you have one purring it’s much easier to get the others to settle into the pats, too.

This is a situation you definitely want to judge properly. I have had some incredibly flighty cats that would go nuts the first few times I patted them. In these instances I kept it very brief; I made sure to pat them before leaving (because I didn’t want them to learn that if they ran away they would be left alone – this may sound harsh, but it does work) and then popped a portion of their favourite food down once I was done.

There are always going to be cats who are impossible to ‘tame’. I wouldn’t force-cuddle any cat who is going to be a danger to you or itself if you try and initiate contact.

Louis’ first snuggles

One week after being able to hand-feed Louis he let me stroke him properly for the first time. He wasn’t sure at first, but he settled into purrs quite quickly (and I had to document it with a photo, of course). Most cats do want to be loved, it’s just helping them get to the point where they feel safe enough to relax.

4. Play

Playtime is an incredibly helpful tool for bonding with your cat. It releases endorphins and is another way in which kitty will associate you with a positive experience. I particularly like the ‘fishing rod’ (or, magic wands, as I call them) type toys; a rod with a dangly fluffy or feathery toy at the end of it. These give you control over where the toy goes, and you can even use them to stroke the kitty every now and then. Cats are natural predators, and their drive is to investigate any little movements, so if you have them immersed enough in your play session they will almost forget that they’re nervous around you!

You may want to swap the Forced Snuggles and Play steps depending on how comfortable you think kitty is with you.

5. More Space to Roam

My final step is to see how kitty goes being given more room to explore. In my current home the living room and kitchen are connected openly, so once kitties are let out of their crates they have quite the space to run around in. This is a big test, and I only let it happen once I’m confident that kitty will come back to the crate if I lure it with food or a toy. I begin my playing with their favourite toy outside the crate door. They will timidly step outside, and enjoy some playtime. I usually get them back into the crate after a few minutes of this. Next time they will be more confident, and I’ll encourage them to venture a bit further.

You want them to learn that when the crate door opens to let them out, they have to interact with you. Sometimes when I have multiple kittens in a crate I’ll be happy for only one or two to come out, but more will try and escape. You do not want the really shy ones to get out into the rest of the house, because that will eventually lead to a chase (and a negative experience for them). So the rule is: kitties can only come out when they get involved in some comfortable playtime or let you give them some cuddles.


Dragon was a beautiful boy I had from a litter of four. He has been the most difficult kitten I’ve had to handle to date. I began by needing bite-proof gloves to handle him with, and he would get incredibly stressed. Even when his siblings were out of the crate and happily roaming around the house he would have to stay confined because I knew he would simply hide from me if I let him out. He took time and patience, and a mixture of food bribes, carefully introduced playtime and pats when I could get them. When I did eventually let him out to the rest of the house he became quite timid again – this is not uncommon when the kitty is exploring a new environment, and you just have to use their favourite bribe (food/playtime/cuddles) as you see fit to assist them with getting more confident in different areas. Dragon would shy away from me if I went to pat him in the larger rooms, but once I did manage to stroke him he would turn straight back into a cuddly baby. By giving him lots of cuddles as he was wandering around he eventually became relatively confident, and was adopted by a lovely guy who tells me that he now gets drooled on every night because Dragon is such a smooch! It’s all about finding the right tool for the individual animal, as they all deserve to find loving homes that they feel safe in.

As for Louis, my partner and I officially adopted him after several months of having him in our care. Adult cats are certainly more difficult to rehome than kittens are, and he wasn’t getting too many hits from potential adopters. We realised that things just wouldn’t be the same without him around, so we took that step ourselves. He is now our “number one son” and helps us to bring other rescue kitties out of their shells.



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Anaheim – Disneyland


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After working for just over a month at the White Wolf Sanctuary, I had scheduled in some vacation time with my family. My sister and brother-in-law live in Canada, and they drove down to California at the end of August to meet up with my Mum and my partner who were flying in from New Zealand. My plan was to catch an early morning flight from Eugene, Oregon, and wait for a few hours at Los Angeles International Airport for everyone to arrive. Unfortunately, my journey wasn’t quite so simple – my flight was cancelled, and there was no room for me on any other plane until Friday (the solar eclipse had happened the previous day, and everything was booked with people getting out of the area), so a day that I had anticipated to be pretty cruisy turned in to something rather stressful as I tried to figure out how to get down to LAX.

I ended up arriving 20 hours later than scheduled after paying someone to drive me up to Washington to catch a flight from Seattle, missing the boarding time due to the heavy traffic (it ended up being an almost eight hour drive), getting put on later flight to a different airport in Los Angeles (meanwhile my luggage had been sent to LAX), and finally catching a shuttle to the hotel where my family were waiting. I pulled up just after midnight, more stressed and with a much lighter pocket than I had anticipated, and was bundled into a big hug right away. Phew. My sister told me not to worry – that tomorrow, at Disneyland, any stresses or worries I had would disappear straight away.

My mum has always told my sister and me that it’s been one of her dreams to take us to Disneyland. A couple of years ago, Mum travelled up to the USA from New Zealand to meet my sister for Christmas, and they went to Disneyland together (that was my sister’s first time visiting the park). This trip, Mum was even more excited because she got to have both of us there – and with our partners, which was an added bonus! I’d heard a lot about this place – the supposed Happiest Place on Earth – with mixed reviews; magical and joyful, versus long queues and too many people. I’m not really a crowd person nor do I have the most patient disposition, and as we approached the security lines I squeezed my partner’s hand, not knowing how we would find it (he wasn’t excited about the potential of standing around for hours in queues either). My mum, however, piped up that this was the quietest she’d ever seen it – we had arrived the week or so after school holidays, and had just missed one of their busiest times. Mum spent part of her childhood in California, and was no stranger to Disneyland, so I was really pleased to hear her say that.

We got through security, redeemed our tickets (a three-day Park Hopper pass, with a Magic Morning) and slowly got through the queue to the entrance. There was a constant Disney soundtrack playing, which really began to set the mood of excitement for me. Even the courtyard before the actual gates was impeccable, and tall banners showing Guardians of the Galaxy and other Marvel universe characters advertised this summer’s superhero theme of Disney California Adventure Park, a second theme park just opposite Disneyland. I enjoy the occasional comic, and have loved a lot of the Marvel movies, so the banners really sparked my interest – my sister told me to wait because we’d get there later. (“But I want to go nooooow!”)

As I was whisked into Disneyland by my family, my eyes widened – everything was so… Disney! And so beautiful! I grew up with classic Disney movies (Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, etc.) so any time I spotted a poster for Peter Pan’s Flight, or saw a glass figurine of a Disney princess in a store window, a childish glee welled up inside of me. And suddenly, there it was – the blue and pink castle that I’ve seen in so many pictures! I was definitely a child again, and I wanted to see and do everything all at once. My sister was right; all of the stress and anxiety of the previous month washed away instantly. All the worries and grown-up-ness of adulthood disappeared; we were in Disneyland!

At my sister’s direction we grabbed a “Fast Pass” (which I didn’t quite understand, or care to at that point; I was too busy looking at all the wondrous shop fronts and rides and characters around me) for Indiana Jones, then set off to begin with an all-time favourite, the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. We zoomed between the zig-zag of queue railings (“There’s nobody here, this is amazing!”) and headed into a building that had a welcome, familiar log-flume type of smell. There was a relatively short queue to get through, which gave us a little time to admire the detail that had gone into transforming the room around us into a pirate’s cavern, and then we were in a boat and on our way. The ride was beautifully done, with so many things to look at. Two things really struck me; the way Disney could transform an indoor space to look and feel like an open ocean full of pirate ships under the night sky; and that the animatronics were done really well. I’ve seen animatronics that plummet straight down into the centre of the Uncanny Valley – you know, they look very human, but miss the mark and end up giving off this awfully creepy, sinister vibe instead. Disney do their animatronics very well – even their animals look great. I could definitely see why this ride is referred to as one of the best. During our time at the park we went on this one multiple times, always managing to pick up on different details.

“Quickly – you may stand here next to me but I simply must go! I’m late, you know!’

Disneyland was simply a wonder. In New Zealand we have one relatively small theme park, Rainbows End, which can’t even compare. Having only been used to this, I was pretty blown away by the huge, big-budget fantasy world that was Disneyland. It was great having people who were already clued up on how best to get around the park, and we utilised Fast Passes really well – you can hold one Fast Pass per hour, it gives you a timeframe to come back and use it (e.g. 12:00-1:00pm), and during that time you are able to skip the main queue and get up to the front. We would grab a Fast Pass, head off and do a bunch of rides, come back at the allocated time, and then go and get another one. Alongside that I loved going through each of the themed stores (not spending anything on the first day, just getting an idea of the wide diversity of trinkets, merchandise and souvenirs available), absolutely fawning over the picture-perfect princesses and other characters wandering around, and eating far too much candyfloss. I ran after Alice in Wonderland, who was late to tea and simply couldn’t stay; saw Gaston showing off in front of a bunch of girls; almost cried when Belle and the Beast were on the carousel together… It was truly delightful. Although some of the rides were closed for maintenance, you don’t see or hear any construction while the park was open – nothing took away from the immersion. Every now and then you would walk out onto a street corner and find the fire brigade’s brass band playing, or a quartet of singers would wander along waving their hats, or Micky and Minnie Mouse would be giving hugs near a café. I’m a girl who reads fantasy books, loves movies with happy endings, and enjoys Live Action Role-Play as a hobby – I utterly adore escapism from reality, and Disneyland ticked all the boxes.

Mickey & DragonBy the end of the night (the park closed at 11pm) Mum had gotten tired and headed home a little before the rest of us. We stayed on to do a couple of other rides to see how they differed in the night-time (I highly recommend Big Thunder Mountain Railroad!), and as we were making our way to the exit we heard music coming from over the lake so we walked over to investigate, only to find a moving pirate ship (whaaaaat!!!) with Jack Sparrow (whaaaaaaatttt!!!!) on board fighting some baddies whilst trying to rescue a poor girl who was strung to a rope! The ship sailed past us, and then there was Micky Mouse on stage fighting the evil queen who turned into an actual dragon! There were firebombs, explosions, lasers, cartoon pictures projected onto water fountains, and then another huge boat carrying all of the characters we had seen that day singing and waving to us – it was incredible! When we went home and told poor Mum she just about cried that she’d missed out – we vowed to take her back the following evening.

On the second day I awoke with some pretty sore feet, but there was no time to complain; we had a Magic Morning pass to use. Magic Mornings get you in to Disneyland earlier than the usual tickets do, and while not all of the rides are open you can get some good ones under your belt before the gates welcome the general public. We decided to try the Matterhorn Bobsleds, which turned out to be unexpectedly great, fast fun, and some others. I was content with the idea of wandering around looking into things I hadn’t yet seen, until my sister reminded me that there was a whole second park – Disney California Adventure – that we were set to go explore! Getting a Park Hopper ticket is essential if you’ve come a long way; it allows you to go back and forth between the two parks as many times as you like. Thus, off we went to a whole new world.

We made a beeline for the new Guardians of the Galaxy ride. This park definitely had a different theme going on – there were tall buildings everywhere, and somewhat tense superhero music playing in the streets. I was waiting for Spider Man to come flying off some roof, or for Captain America to come barrelling around a corner with his shield raised. The Guardians of the Galaxy tower (previously the Tower of Terror) loomed overhead, and as we got closer we stepped out onto a road – there was Groot standing and taking photos with people! I. LOVE. GROOT. I nearly passed out from sheer excitement. He looked amazing! And he was so sweet, patting peoples’ heads and sometimes trying to taste their hats! We wasted no time getting on the ride, but I made a note to make Groot one of my priorities of the day.

We got in to the ride very quickly – possibly a bit too quickly, actually, because there was so much to see along the way I didn’t have time to soak everything in. The premise was that the Guardians of the Galaxy had been taken prisoner by the infamous ‘Collector’, Taneleer Tivan, and we were going to view them in their display cases. Of course, should a sneaky opportunity to break them out arise, we would take it!

As I’ve mentioned before, I have a pretty decent anxiety issue. This doesn’t stop when it comes to certain rides. Anything that tips you upside-down? No way. Ridiculous heights? I would have to work myself up to it. Getting in to the GotG ride itself took us up staircases and through corridors, into large rooms with multiple doors and across raised platforms – I assumed that this is what they used the old Tower of Terror space for. As we finally sat in our seats preparing for the actual ride it reminded me greatly of the new Star Wars motion master in Disneyland (which was excellent, by the way). We buckled in (not to worry; just a procedure), and prepared to fool the Collector by helping the Guardians break out of their prison. But, smoothly, of course. Without any adrenaline. Just a nice, fun movie without anything crazy…

WELL. Turns out I had been a little misled about what the ride would be. My dear sister had nodded along with my original theory, too, despite the fact that although she had not yet been on the ride (it’s relatively new) she had read up about it. I had to laugh at the photo that was taken halfway through (my expression conveys exactly how I was feeling), and as my sister pointed out; if I’d known, would I have gone on it?


In saying that, I got talked into going on it again that day – and it actually became one of my favourite rides. On top of everything the Guardians of the Galaxy ride already has going for it, there are six possible soundtracks with slightly different visuals, and other randomised aspects of it – so it’s likely you’ll experience something different each time you hop on. I definitely learnt to love it by the end of the day.

My other favourite part of this park was Cars Land. This is going to sound terrible, but I’ve not actually seen any of the Cars movies so far (I know! It’s a priority now that I’m home) – but walking into this area made me want to watch them right away. Disney have done an incredible job of it; from the buildings, to the rides, to the themed diners, to actual cars driving around with singers and dancers following them, to the scenery – it was amazing. It was as if we had truly hitchhiked to this fun, hip hidden gem of an area in the high desert. Radiator Springs Racers is a must-do – unfortunately while we were queuing up the ride broke (even more unfortunate for those actually on the ride!) and we found that this sort of interruption was quite a common occurrence for this particular ride. I’d recommend getting a Fast Pass for it early, as they tend to run out later in the day. After we went on it as a group, we decided that splitting into Single Riders (which gets you on much faster) was a good idea – we didn’t get to go in a big group, but two of us would usually get in the same car, and we would often end up ‘racing’ each other too, which was fun.

This park closes a little earlier than Disneyland itself, and by the end of the day we had time to skip across to take mum to the show she had missed the previous night. Oh, I managed to snag a hug with Groot, too, and was not disappointed.

On the third day my feet were definitely feeling the strain of two days of stomping across concrete for over twelve hours. I’m glad we had a three-day pass – we now had time to do rides that we had missed out on, or really wanted to repeat, and also head over to another area we hadn’t visited yet; the Downtown Disney District. (What!!! More!?) This is a long promenade of shopping and food venues. I got a bit head over heels with the thought of all the souvenirs I could bring back for friends, and my partner had to gently bring me back to earth by reminding me that we’re on one permanent income at the moment. I did treat myself to a couple of things though – definitely worth it!

All in all? Disneyland is definitely a magical experience. They want you to spend money, of course, but this is not a necessity after you purchase your tickets (get accommodation close by and you can go home for meals). The little touches everywhere bring so much to the place – those of us who had never been to the park before were awarded with “1st Visit” badges that we displayed proudly (and we were given such a warm reception!), every single staff member is smiley and helpful (one lovely security guard had a chat with my partner and I one night and ended up getting us straight on to a ride we hadn’t been on yet), and the characters are perfect. I would go back in a heartbeat – and I’m pretty excited that there are five other parks around the world to explore. If you want a good breakdown of the different parks, pop over to my friend’s blog – she visited all six parks recently for her honeymoon.


The Wolves of the White Wolf Sanctuary


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Each time I visit the White Wolf Sanctuary there are, naturally, changes in which wolves are residing here. In 2014 (when I was last here) we had ten wolves, and now we have 12. Sadly, two of the wolves I cared for in 2014 are no longer with us, and this visit I have been introduced to four more.


Queenie and Goliath are two of the ‘new’ wolves I have met for the first time. Goliath is our most senior citizen at 14 years of age. He was brought down from Washington to be enclosure-mate for our elderly girl Hope after her partner died. Goliath looked after Hope very well – he would stand over her in the rain, bring her blankets to shelter her face, carry food to her because her eyesight wasn’t so good, and escort her across to new enclosures when we were moving them around.


When Hope passed away, Queenie came here to be Goliath’s new enclosure-mate. She was actually form Goliath’s old home in Washington, so they already knew each other. Queenie is a relatively shy gal, and has only just started approaching the fence to sniff me when I come by. My relationship with Goliath began interestingly – he would come over to the fence for a scratch, then decide he was done with it and would snap around to nip me! He reminded me of a chimpanzee I used to work with at the Auckland Zoo, Janie, who would press her back against the bars for you to tickle her, then quickly reach around to try and grab your fingers, hooting with a cheeky glee. Sometimes I think I’d much rather have the animals enjoy my company without playing little games (we all know of a cat or two who only let you pat them so many times before they strike!), but they’re all wonderfully unique and actually it’s pretty special getting to know their different nuances. Goliath has now, after almost four weeks, has decided that we can be friends without the nipping, and it’s so nice to know that I’ve gained his trust.


Baker is another ‘new’ boy I’ve met on this trip. Last time I visited WWS we had two young sisters, Nukka and Malina, who were of an age where they could be housed together without too much sibling rivalry. In the wild, as wolves reach maturity they often go out to start their own packs. In captivity, however, because they are penned together with nowhere to venture, they can fight quite viciously. When Nukka and Malina matured more they began to fight with increasing aggression: it was time to separate them. Thus, Baker was found as an enclosure-mate for Malina. They get along very well – at the moment they are housed in the wolves’ favourite enclosure. It has tall, long grass to hide in, a pond under a copse of trees for cooling off, and hills to sit atop and watch the world from. It is a very large enclosure, and most days I hardly see this elusive pair.


Considering that Malina and I got along quite well during my 2014 visit I thought she would be more friendly with me, but thus far I just receive a good morning greeting of a quick sniff from her and Baker, and off they go. We’ve had a bit of cooler weather up the mountain lately which suits the wolves well, and instead of sleeping somewhere sheltered out of sight Malina and Baker have ben energetically playing around their enclosure, which is a real delight to watch.


Malina’s sister, Nukka, is now housed with Baker’s son, Everett. Everett was actually initially paired with shy Malina, but it was quickly observed that he was a bit too dominant over her and so they switched enclosure-mates. While Nukka shares her sister’s shyness of strangers, that’s where their similarities end. Nukka is an absolute love-bug, whereas Malina likes to watch you from a slight distance with her beautiful dark eyes. Nukka has no qualms about bowling into Everett when she wants attention, whilst Malina is much more polite with her mate. Everett and Nukka are a force to be reckoned with, and it is not unusual to hear them loudly snapping and growling warnings at each other if one is deemed to be invading the other’s space.


Everett is a real darling, and he and I have become fast pals – though that’s not saying much, because regal Everett turns into a whimpering affection-seeker with almost anyone he meets. Unfortunately for some men who visit the Sanctuary, if the wolves are going to be shy around anyone it’s usually new males. Everett, however, doesn’t possess this wariness of male strangers, and will shower almost anyone in wolfie loves. Occasionally he does tire of the limelight, and recently we had a group of small kids almost urinated on when he decided they were crowding him too much.

Dear Tamahawk and Archidamus have been so wonderful to be around again. Tamahawk, our littlest white wolf, was a relatively new resident when I first arrived in 2010. She is now over ten years old, but certainly hasn’t lost an ounce of her young wolfie spirit. Tamahawk has such an endearing, silly personality – you wouldn’t know she’d had a rough start to her life.

Tamahawk and her short little tail

Poor Tamahawk had initially been kept as a pet in someone’s backyard. Wolves are very social animals who crave the company of their own kind, and she would often howl in search of friends. To stop her from doing this her muzzle was taped shut by her then-owners – of course this also prevented her from eating, drinking and breathing properly. Her growth was probably stunted by this, and you’ll find that she’s only about half the size of most of the other wolves.
After Tamahawk was finally surrendered to the authorities she was taken to a facility where they sadly did not introduce her properly to the two mature females already living there – she was attacked quite badly, and aside from her other injuries she had to have half of her tail amputated due to her wounds.
This doesn’t seem to stop her from shoving her tail into your face when she wants cuddles – she loves having her backside scratched, and her little tail will wiggle along while you’re patting her.


She and our sole timber wolf, Archidamus, make quite the pair. Archidamus also had quite a miserable start to life, and does not trust new men one bit. He is such a honey though, and once you gain his cautious trust he will enthusiastically offer himself for pats – he runs over to me more than miss Tamahawk does most days now! They both have quite big personalities, and when they each want your attention they are quite loud to voice their disapproval of the other as they try to shove each other out of the way. These two play together frequently, and are such an entertaining pair to observe.


Sakarri and Modoc – oh, how I missed these two. At ten years old now I also first met this pair in 2010 and bonded with them instantly. Sakarri, whose name means ‘sweet’ in Inuit, is the most stranger-social of our wolves, and as soon as she hears new voices she’ll start whimpering away with her little tail flicking from side-to-side until she’s had a chance to meet all of the visitors. She simply can’t sit still for very long, and her personality is like chalk and cheese compared to her brother Modoc’s, who is very gentle, and calm, and watchful. Modoc doesn’t tend to approach strangers, but would spend all day leaning against the fence for some one-on-one cuddles if he could. Modoc was the first wolf I ever went in an enclosure with, and I love him dearly. He has beautiful, deep, lemon-coloured eyes, and when he wanders over to you for a pat you can’t help but feel that you are special to this very gentle giant.


That brings us to Tehalin and Nike, the siblings of Sakarri and Modoc. These two also have such lovely, special personalities, and it’s Tehalin I find myself thinking about most of all when I’m back in New Zealand missing the wolves terribly. During my internship in 2010, Lois (WWS founder & director) and I would often go into Nike and Tehalin’s enclosures to clean – or at least attempt to, with the two whirlwinds of wolfie excitement gambolling around us. Now that I’m generally on my own during the work days I don’t go inside the enclosures when the wolves aren’t sleeping (you need at least two people for two of our wolves – they’re so strong, and it is very difficult to stay upright when both of them are slamming into you in excitement!) but we still share a lot of close time together on opposite sides of the fence. One bonus about interacting through the fence is that the wolves settle quite quickly – Tehalin (after he’s done licking your face) tends to sit down, leans right into you and lifts his chin for a good scratch. Like Modoc, he never tires of cuddles, and would stay all day with you if there wasn’t other work to be done. I’ve spent a lot of time with this dear boy.

Every time I visit the wolves at WWS I never know if it will be the last time I’ll see any of them. It’s a very sombre thought, so I just make the most of the time that I have with them. They are all such wonderful, unique animals, and I am so glad that they are able to live out their lives in safety, peace, and with lots of respect and affection here at the beautiful sanctuary.


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Days at the White Wolf Sanctuary


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Working days at WWS are relaxed and slow to start. The heat of summer keeps the wolves lazily snoozing until at least mid-afternoon in their circular little dug-out bed burrows, in the long yellow grass, or under their favourite picnic tables. The first task of the day is to check and clean out the many water troughs within each wolf pair’s habitat. These water troughs are placed strategically within easy reach of a hose and a large, metal pipe.  Troughs are filled from outside enclosures; the metal pipe is used to push troughs on their side to empty, and the hose is then inserted into the pipe when you are ready to refill one. This multi-tool process is essential – if you left a hose itself inside a water trough you may as well kiss it goodbye; the wolves love to play with them! Protecting the hose inside a metal pipe means the wolves can’t run off with it.
Filling water troughs
While each trough is refilling, you can duck into the enclosures to retrieve last night’s food trays. We have a huge amount of ravens at the Sanctuary. Because of this we feed the wolves their daily meals just as the sun is about to go down for the night. This way the ravens aren’t about in the same force as you would find them in the daylight, and the wolves can eat in peace.
Retrieving the food trays is a task I’ve never had to do on my own until this (my third) visit to WWS. I’ve found it quite daunting – and I know our Health and Safety Officer back at my job in New Zealand would be utterly mortified at some of the current practises here! Due to various circumstances I’m actually the only day-time staff member at WWS at the moment. Anything requiring entry to wolf enclosures is absolutely best approached by two or more staff members: you should have a wolf ‘spotter’, and someone to distract the animals if need be. However, I don’t have those options right now. So, while I wait for water troughs to fill, I ‘spot’ each wolf (there are two in each enclosure), double- and triple-check that I can see exactly where they are, and then I sneak in through a gate, uplift the food bowls lying near the entrance, and slide the gate shut as I exit. We currently have six different wolf pairs in their own habitats, so that’s six times I need to steal in and out without incident.
The most likely ‘incident’ here would be one or both wolves feeling energetic enough to get up and trot over to see what you’re doing; without someone to distract them it would be near impossible to get out of the gate without them following you.

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Everett snoozing

In my mind I do also note the concern of a less friendly wolfie encounter. During my original internship to WWS in 2010, Lois (the Director) and I would frequently interact with the wolves inside their enclosures. As Lois (who is in her late 70’s now) is less physically-able, less and less interactions inside the wolves’ enclosures occur – right now she is unable to supervise outdoors at all. Enclosures are the wolves’ territories; their places of safety. Almost all of the wolves come up to the fence for pats and scratches and kisses from me, but you are asking a lot more of them to trust you actually inside their home environments. Spooking a wolf or making it feel uncomfortable has the potential to do irreparable damage to the relationship you have with it, and wolves in captivity who feel threatened may of course choose to defend themselves. Neither of these are nice outcomes, thus, it is best to utilise the lazy heat of the morning for food bowl collection time; all the wolves tend to be snoozing away happily – they might lift their heads to see what I’m doing, but that’s about it.
Just because I know Mum is reading this: if there is any chance of the darling creatures being too close to the gate, or if they are looking even slightly more than blissfully sleepy, I don’t risk it (we’ve got plenty of bowls!).

This concludes outdoor ‘work’ for the moment, and then it’s in to the meat prep. room to do food preparation. The wolves get beef, pork and whole chicken frames almost daily. We also have a road-kill collection permit thanks to the Oregon Department of Transportation, so if someone hits a deer or elk they can contact us and we will pick it up. Sometimes hunters also donate carcasses to us. Figuring out the daily meal plan for twelve wolves can be quite a big job, and a lot of time is spent chopping meat and dividing it into equal parts.

Most days in summer we have a privately booked tour scheduled. These can take up to two or three (or more!) hours in the afternoons depending on how interested the visitors are, and how much the wolves like these new people. I enjoy the variety of having tours some days and then having others where bigger jobs can get tackled when we’re not open to the public.
Tours are great fun, and as a non-government funded organisation we rely solely on donations and the admission fees people pay to see the beautiful wolves. Currently it is $50 per adult and $15 per child (15 years and under). Groups are given an educational talk before being taken around to see all the wolves and (hopefully) pat some of them. I have met some truly wonderful people on these tours who are just so interested in the animals and what we do here. Being able to share this beautiful place with like-minded people, and even introduce some to their very first wolves, is just so special. At WWS we aim to education and inspire. A lot of people out there assume that a wolf’s just a wolf – but these animals really do each have unique personalities, and so many of them are ridiculously affectionate with humans given the chance. They aren’t the evil, cruel beasts we see portrayed in movies and other media. When a tour ends and someone tells me, with tears in their eyes, that it has been a life-changing experience for them, I know we are making the difference we hope to.

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Between cleaning, food preparation, tours and of course providing companionship to the wolves if that is what they so desire (after all, at WWS we are their happy servants!) the days pass quite quickly. I feel so grateful that each night I get to lay my head down on my pillow with a heart so full of love, and a feeling of such satisfaction that I’m doing something good for the animals, and other people.


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White Wolf Sanctuary – First Week Back with the Wolves


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It has been three years since I last saw the resident wolves of the White Wolf Sanctuary (WWS). Last Saturday I boarded a plane in New Zealand and arrived in Eugene, Oregon, about 19 hours later. I spent the night in Eugene and the following day getting lost in the town’s multitude of one-way streets, constantly reminding myself to keep right after spending most of my life driving on the left-hand side of the road. Once I found myself on Highway 99 to Florence my stress dissipated and the scenery quickly changed from large fast food buildings to pine forests and open road.
When I made it into the small, colourful town of Yachats it was like being welcomed home. The ocean stretches to your left for as far as the eye can see, the forest covers the mountains and hills like a bristly blanket, and the bright, multi-coloured buildings smile down at the highway invitingly.
For the duration of my volunteer work at WWS I’ve got myself a lovely room behind the Drift Inn pub & restaurant. The Drift Inn has always been my favourite place to eat on the coast, and since I was last here they’ve put together some enchanting little studio apartments that are rented out to visitors on AirBnB. Each room is unique, with beautiful mosaic tiled bathrooms and hints of coastal inspiration everywhere you look. My room is nestled up a flight of stairs and is the perfect place to retreat to at the end of the day, with the sun streaming in through the windows and the ocean breeze offering songs from the Drift Inn’s regular live musciains down below.

Arriving back at WWS on Monday was quite surreal. For the most part it hasn’t changed – the habitats are the same (the Director does not like use of the word “enclosure”), the meat prep. area and tours haven’t changed; it has been very easy to fall back into the routine that I’ve become so familiar with. Things that have changed are the people here, and there are some new wolfie face I’ve met as well as being reunited with old friends.

Malina and her blankie

The four siblings, Nike, Tehalin, Sakarri and Modoc who I first met in 2010 are here and delightful as always. I never know when it will be the last time I see them, so I hang on to every moment with these beautiful souls. Nukka and Malina are also still here – they were two relatively young female siblings I met in 2014. Back then they were young enough to be housed together, but now they have mates of their own. Malina is paired with a so far elusive male from Washington named Baker, and Nukka’s habitat mate is a stunning young male with a pink nose named Everett. Everett also happens to be Baker’s son.


I have spent some wonderful time with Nukka and Everett so far. I’m always a bit nervous that my old friends may have forgotten me – but Nukka has been straight into gifting me with sloppy wolf kisses and it almost feels like I never left. Everett is an absolute darling, and he’s also treating me like we have known each other forever.

Tamahawk and Archidamus are still together. In 2014 I had a bit of a scare with timber wolf Archi when I pulled a gate too hard and the loud noise and sharp movement frightened him. When I walked around the sanctuary with a staff member on Monday I was informed that that’s quite normal for Archidamus, and he actually growls and barks at people he is wary of, which tends to be most men. In this first week back I’ve been as respectful of Archi as possible, keeping my distance from his fence (his territory) but Tamahawk has insisted on pats, and it turns out that Archi wants them just as much as she does! I’ve shared some lovely moments with them both so far, and I’m very thankful that Archidamus has forgiven any past transgressions.
The final two wolves at WWS are Queenie and her mate, a fluffy tundra wolf aptly named Goliath. Queenie is inquisitive but rather shy, and has not fully approached me yet. Goliath is our oldest resident at 14 years of age. He is a bit slower than the others, and his hearing and eyesight aren’t as good as they once were. Goliath seems to have taken a bit of a dislike to me, much to my sadness! He’s tried to nip me a several times so far – I’m hoping that in the coming weeks he’ll begin to trust me a little more in his own time, but we’ll see.

I haven’t noticed it rain once this entire week. Up on WWS’s mountain we don’t get much of a breeze, so the wolves spend most of the day sleeping until the sun gets a little lower. The days here are very peaceful. Tour groups often stay longer to sit on the porch and just listen to the natural quiet; the occasional rustling of the tall, dry grass; the calling of the ravens and crows. It’s difficult to capture this peace in writing, but perhaps you can imagine it; twelve wolves dozing happily in the afternoon sun, turkey vultures gently circling overhead in search of carrion, an old leaf here or there lazily gliding out of a tree to the earth below.
There’s actually something here that is making me increasingly anxious, but I’ll get into that another time. For now there is a beautiful, quiet day to enjoy. Below is a video I took while writing this; I was watching Queenie up near our driveway, and the wolves began howling. It is a haunting, joyous song that echoes around the hilltops.


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