Ellen Shenk's experience in the career field includes writing articles and presenting seminars on the topics of the creative job search, interviewing, and writing resumes. She is a past editor of the national newsletter of the Career Information Resource Advisory Group and currently lives in Ottawa, Canada.
Careers with Animals: Exploring Occupations Involving Dogs, Horses, Cats, Birds, Wildlife, and Exoticsby Ellen Shenk
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A wide-ranging guide to jobs that involve animals. Provides current information on salaries, educational requirements, and job outlook, along with job information resources. Includes in-depth profiles of individuals who work with animals every day.
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Icefire had a sympathetic look on her face. "We should get back to camp." She meowed. "Maybe Blackfeather needs to get used to all the new cats." She murmered in Lily's ear. "I know there is some tom out there just waiting." She added.
She glanced down at her pelt. A few scratches and a torn claw were the only "injuries". "Im good," she meowed.
Is he still around?!
"Yep." Cloudripple nodded. "Let's keep going."
Moosetail raced into the hunting grounds he was familiar to and sunk down by a tree. "I'm home, but things will never be the same." He groaned and tried to swallow the grief. You're here to hunt, he reminded himself. <br> The brown tom pushed himself up and looked around. He opened his jaw and nearly immediately the scent of rabbit filled his jaw. His training kicking in, the tom crouched. He followed the trail until he was about 30 yards away and then sprinted. The rabbit detected him and began sprinting away. Too late though. Moosetail was releasing his grief through hunting and running, so the rabbit stood no chance. After a pounce and a clean snap of the neck, life was drained from it. <br> Moosetail looked around and oddly spotted a finch. He crouched and crept forwards, trying to stay out of sight. As he got close his shadow laid on the bird and it began to flutter. Too late. Another pounce and bite to the neck. Gone. <br> Just as he open his jaw, the tom spotted the nearby thunderpath. Moosetail froze and shuddered. Soon, he snapped out of his trance and picked up his prey, not feeling like hunting anymore. The prey swinging in his jaw, Moosetail headed back to camp.