PREVENTION OF COMMODIFYING PROTECTED ANIMALS

When people meet me and find out what I do for a living, they very quickly try to find a relatable anecdote or tell me about their collections of taxidermy. I think that's how everyone is, but rather than connecting based on music or art or television, the easiest thing for new acquaintances to grasp onto is my taxidermy work and knowledge. Sometimes I hear about an uncle who hunts, or an interior designer looking for a European mount on velvet, but occasionally I hear about someone’s own taxidermy collection. Today in particular, I got to see photos of a man’s collection of owl, eagle, and hawk wings, feathers, skulls, and skeletons that he found. I’m disgusted.

I’m all for certain things that are illegal. Going ten miles over the speed limit, smoking a joint at a party, poking around in a long-abandoned building where no homeless people have taken shelter - all pretty much fine in my book. Collecting migratory bird parts, especially raptors, is not only illegal but it’s morally unsound. Legally speaking, collection and possession of those parts is poaching and amounts to years or decades in federal prison along with big fines. I uphold all wildlife laws because they’re in place for a reason, and also encourage others to do so. Morally speaking, though, there’s another layer here.

The collecting, display, coveting, etc. of illegal animal parts commodifies them. If you don’t know what that means, essentially once a handful of people start to think something has value, others hop on the bandwagon. It’s like shark fin soup (which is bland and renders the shark dead for a small part) or rhinoceros horn (not an actual aphrodisiac) - commodifying animal parts means people begin to seek out that species and kill it for vanity purposes. While you may think it’s fine to keep a bird skull you found, it becomes coveted and when that “cool” factor affects the wrong person, they begin to hunt and kill protected animals.

After pointing out not only the legal but also the moral implications of the issues at hand (which he was already aware of) and why this man should cease to collect illegal parts of animals, it was like a switch had flipped. I was no longer “adorable” or “amazing” - I was just a bitch with an opinion that didn’t coincide with his fantasy world where it was fine to traipse around and pick up dead and dying birds to display them in his home. I don’t accept that. My education in the natural world has been influenced by work with many museums, zoos, universities, and the United States Fish and Wildlife Service as well as friends who do wildlife rehabilitation. I’m not out to get anyone - I stand to educate and if me being “bossy” prevents even one protected raptor from becoming a commodity and a hipster decoration, I’m fine with being a “bitch.”

There are probably a few readers wondering what the difference between what I do and what this man is doing actually IS. I work with specimens that are 100% legal - this means that if they were hunted or trapped, they were harvested in season. Feeder animals are raised in abundance by small-time breeders here in Illinois, or Indiana, and are given quality living conditions for the duration of their lives. Domesticated animals like cats and dogs are euthanized after illnesses or accidents, or die of natural causes on their own. When working on birds, it is done so with the blessing of the USFWS and all specimens further scientific research and exploration on everything from evolution to the effects of pesticides on species. I do not work on mounts of protected (illegal) specimens for personal or client use because I respect wildlife laws and I do not believe in commodifying anything that’s protected. Furthermore, even when things are legalized (like the wolf hunts that have been happening the past few years) I still look at population numbers and if presented with work on a specimen with detrimental population statistics, I’d probably turn away the work unless it was a natural death for an educational institution.

To break it down even further and put it into terms that are easier to understand, I’ll talk about human specimens. We tend to understand comparisons to humans better than animals because let’s face it, most people don’t care that much about wildlife. In terms of human beings, I’ll use an example of my friend who works in a mortuary. There are often unclaimed bodies which, after being held for a certain amount of time and then used for scientific research, get cremated and then discarded. Just because these people are being essentially thrown away does not give me a license (figuratively or literally) to harvest bits and pieces of them to decorate my home. Commodifying illegally harvested human body parts is a terrible idea - both legally and morally, it’s not a good choice. Taking parts of protected birds and other animals, even if found dead of natural causes, is no different. The only difference is the type of organism in question.

The TL;DR version: illegal collection of parts of protected organisms is bad, contributes to commodification and poaching, and should be prevented. Also, don't call women "bitches" just because they know more about the law than you, and/or have different morals. I'm quite sure I'm not a bitch for wanting to prevent low-population birds from getting shot to become decorations.

Bone up (heh!) on your wildlife parts laws here or here or here or here. There's no excuse to not follow the law, protect animals, and not be a complete tool - no matter what country you live in.

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NEW ORLEANS IN 31 HOURS OR LESS

This post is image-heavy and text-heavy and I don't care because I just had the best two days ever. Here goes!

On Monday, I did the second craziest thing I've ever done - I bought plane tickets on a whim and went on a trip for pleasure for the first time since more than a year ago. I've always loved browsing on SkyScanner for cheap flights to different places to see if I could find an amazing deal, and there it was: New Orleans for $68.20 round trip via Spirit Airlines.

French Quarter

French Quarter

A few things you NEED to know if you fly Spirit: if any of you travel as much as I do you're well aware that Spirit kind of... sucks. While the flights are cheap (sometimes) they charge for everything else. If you're flying Spirit for a short trip, know the following. Check in online and make sure you print your boarding pass at home. There are no mobile tickets via Spirit, so they scam you and charge $2 if you need to print at the kiosk and $10 if you actually need a human to help you. During online check-in, do NOT pay to get a seat assigned. Do NOT pay for a carry-on or checked bag; instead, cram everything you own into a tiny backpack. Do not bring a purse in addition to your tiny backpack. Bring your own snacks and drinks, because Spirit even charges for water. Lastly, don't fall for the "green up" feature they ask you to donate to - the only greening up happening is your green $$$ going into their pockets. I strongly prefer Southwest when traveling for business (two free checked bags!) but Spirit is great for short trips for leisure.

On Wednesday, I did the actual craziest thing I've ever done - I hopped on a plane to New Orleans with one goal in mind: eating and drinking my way through the city. I also wanted to see Marie Laveau's tomb. I stayed with new friends and had an absolutely amazing time. I skipped all of the extra crap that Spirit was shilling and brought a small backpack with only my phone, camera, toiletries, pajamas, a change of clothes, and wallet. (I came home with a new pair of shoes and a dress with lizards on it but that's a total aside.)

Our first stop was Willie Mae's Scotch House for fried chicken. I'm allergic to capsaicin so I was really excited that they don't use cayenne in their batter like lots of restaurants, and I ordered chicken tenders with fried okra and a sweet tea. I also got to try their mac and cheese, which was absolutely killer. Despite the name, Willie Mae's is not actually a bar. It's a cash-only neighborhood staple that I never would have noticed if I didn't know exactly where I was going, because it blends right in with the houses around it. The menu is fairly small, but the portions are large (gigantic, actually) and the prices are SO CHEAP. Everything I ordered was absolutely amazing and I think my whole meal was something like twelve bucks.

Fried chicken, cornbread, and Crystal hot sauce, which I wish I could try!

Fried chicken, cornbread, and Crystal hot sauce, which I wish I could try!

Fried chicken

Fried chicken

We meandered our way to the French Quarter, which was probably a fifteen-minute walk. If you're doing this, make sure you know where you're going because it can get confusing. New Orleans is an old city and the roads are not laid out like a grid. The next stop was Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop, another place with a somewhat misleading name. Lafitte's is actually believed to be the oldest bar in the United States, opened in 1772 - not a blacksmith. This trip to Lafitte's also marked my first time trying a New Orleans daiquiri - not a blended fruit and rum drink like you'd get at a bar anywhere in the Midwest, but a slushy drink full of more booze than I knew was scientifically possible. As soon as we sat down, it started pouring. At least we had a decent way to pass the time! If it hadn't been raining, I would have loved to take advantage of New Orleans' open container allowance. You can drink out in the open, and you can even get booze in a drive-thru legally as long as you leave the security tape on your drink until you're parked and out of the car.

Lafitte's purple daiquiri

Lafitte's purple daiquiri

Rain outside of Lafitte's

Rain outside of Lafitte's

As the rain let up a bit, the next place we stopped at was the world-famous Café du Monde. Another cash-only New Orleans staple since 1862, it's famous for its café au lait and French beignets ("ben-YAYs"). If you've never had a beignet, it's a pastry topped with more powdered sugar than you've ever seen, best dipped in coffee or hot cocoa. I chose the latter - my only advice is to make sure you're breathing outward or not breathing when you take a bite. Powdered sugar doesn't belong in your lungs, but one wrong move at Café du Monde will turn into a coughing fit so be careful!

Cafe du Monde

Cafe du Monde

Beignets & hot chocolate

Beignets & hot chocolate

Moving along, visitors to New Orleans should ride the streetcar just for the hell of it. You can catch the streetcar near the Insectarium (always worth a visit, but I didn't have time on this trip) and ride it for about a half an hour until you reach Superior Seafood. If you can, sit at the bar and take advantage of happy hour. I ordered another daiquiri, this time one called a "French" which consisted of champagne, gin, and lemon juice. I like all three of those things, but they taste terrible mixed together and frozen - however, they also do their job. We also got oysters (which I can't review since I didn't eat any - I always hate them no matter how "good" they are) and crab-stuffed mushrooms (holy. yes. so. good.) before taking an Uber back to the house where we were staying because I was full and desperately wanted a nap. 

Insectarium entrance

Insectarium entrance

Oysters and a frozen "French"

Oysters and a frozen "French"

Cornmeal-crusted crab-stuffed mushroom caps

Cornmeal-crusted crab-stuffed mushroom caps

Post-nap, it was completely dark out. We took another Uber to Frenchmen Street, which is supposed to be the best place for live music in the evenings. After wandering a bit, I chose The Three Muses, where I ordered their signature drink (the Muse) to start with. Although it's a strange color combo, it was a great mix of blueberry, gin, elderflower, and cucumber. In regards to food, I got feta fries (yum) and fish tacos (decent, but small and kind of wet so they fell apart) while we listened to the band play.

Muse cocktail & feta fries

Muse cocktail & feta fries

Fish tacos

Fish tacos

Further down the street, we headed into Maison. Maison is a bar with a great reputation for always having good music, and it lived up to its reputation. The band that was playing is called The Crooked Vines, and they are AWESOME. They did a mix of covers as well as original music, and halfway through their set they switched around and swapped instruments which is always impressive. I decided to wind down for the night with champagne because I thought I'd be getting a small glass, but of course everything in New Orleans is bigger and better so it took me nearly an hour just to finish. Or maybe I'm just a lightweight!

The Crooked Vines playing at Maison

The Crooked Vines playing at Maison

The largest glass of champagne I've ever had

The largest glass of champagne I've ever had

I settled in for the night (or at least, I tried to) with Leo and Parsley, Leo deciding that my tiny air mattress was meant for him. I didn't mind, because I love dogs and I'm used to my own dog crowding me every night at home.

Leo

Leo

Parsley

Parsley

Leo the bed hog

Leo the bed hog

After a solid eight hours of sleep, the rain had finally cleared up and I was ready to do something I had always heard about - a cemetery tour. Since these cemeteries are at least a century and a half old and even the descendants of the descendants of the people entombed have passed away, I don't feel like I'm intruding. The cemeteries are so rich in Southern history and I loved our tour guide, Nu'Awlons Natescott (pretty sure his name is just Nate, but what do I know?) from Island of Algiers Tours. There's a fine line between being entertaining and being irritating and he definitely knows what he's doing.

Cemetery entrance

Cemetery entrance

Marie Laveau's alleged tomb

Marie Laveau's alleged tomb

Plaque on Laveau's supposed tomb

Plaque on Laveau's supposed tomb

Laveau's actual entombment

Laveau's actual entombment

Monsieur Dupre's tomb

Monsieur Dupre's tomb

Homer Plessy's tomb

Homer Plessy's tomb

Nicolas Cage's future resting place

Nicolas Cage's future resting place

A tomb which was vandalized by someone intending to steal parts of the skeleton inside

A tomb which was vandalized by someone intending to steal parts of the skeleton inside

Perpetual care placard, indicating the deceased or their family has paid for the tomb to be kept up for the infinite future

Perpetual care placard, indicating the deceased or their family has paid for the tomb to be kept up for the infinite future

Among some of the most famous tombs in Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 are the alleged tomb of Marie Laveau, the actual tomb of Marie Laveau, the tomb of her mentor Monsieur Dupre, Homer Plessy (of Plessy v. Ferguson, the suit that made "separate but equal" into a milestone for the civil rights movement), and of course, Nicolas Cage's future burial site. Like most guided tours I've been a part of, I probably wouldn't go on the same tour again but I'm happy to have had the experience and I think it was a worthwhile $20.

Pancakes, cane syrup, and pecan bacon with a blood orange Italian soda

Pancakes, cane syrup, and pecan bacon with a blood orange Italian soda

The entire time we were on the tour my stomach was growling up a storm, so when Nate wrapped up with us we walked back to the French Quarter for breakfast at Stanley. From what I've been told, there was also a restaurant called Stella! but when the owners divorced, he kept Stanley and she kept Stella!. Either way, they have pecan smoked bacon (!!!) and a great selection of Italian sodas. I opted for the blood orange version.

Alllllllll the daiquiris

Alllllllll the daiquiris

After walking off breakfast around the Quarter and along the riverfront, we had a bit of time left so we hit up Daiquiris Delight Shop for some of the largest daiquiris I've ever seen. The first flavor I tried (which was bright blue, called Ecstasy) somehow literally burned through the roof of my mouth and left it raw so I swapped it for an orange version called Antifreeze. Judging by the names, neither were good choices to put in my body but the only result from the replacement drink was a nice buzz. 

French Quarter

French Quarter

Thanks to the whole open-container thing, we were able to take our drinks with us and headed to Felipe's for burritos (the photo above of the Felix's sign is just one I snapped on the way, don't think I got it confused). We walked around a bit more before I called an Uber to the airport. Out of all the food during the last day and a half I think the burritos were the least spectacular but we ate a LOT and I'm also limited in what I can order (no salsas, peppers of any kind, or queso) so don't let me deter you - I'm just forced to order bland versions of spicy food sometimes!

Totally owning the fact that I'm a tourist with a burrito in one hand and a giant daiquiri in the other

Totally owning the fact that I'm a tourist with a burrito in one hand and a giant daiquiri in the other

All in all, I think I spent around $250 total including my plane tickets. I dog-sit through Rover a few times a month to earn a little bit of extra spending money and I love it because I get to play with cute dogs and it allows me to do fun stuff (if and when I actually get free time, which I am trying to make a priority lately). I obviously purchased a lot more food and alcohol than I would have if I were at home, but YOLO or NOLA or whatever. I don't regret any of it!

In short, if you haven't ever taken a vacation on a whim, you should try it. This was probably the most adventurous 31 hours of my life. I JUST got home from the airport and I'm already perusing the web for my next trip idea...

Thank you to Jack, Julie, Hannah, and Tatyana (and Leo and Parsley!) for being a part of my amazing 31-hour vacation!

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TURNING A HOBBY INTO A CAREER

Unless you work in a museum, chances are that it’s a rare occasion when you meet a taxidermist. The first thing out of most people’s mouths when I tell them what I do is “How did you get started in taxidermy?” and when I explain to them that it started out as a hobby, they always want to know how I went from dabbling in the craft to working in universities and museums.

I know I’ve told this story a million times before, but it’s never really been in the context of how a person can turn something they're passionate about into a career. What I do is unconventional in the eyes of people with “normal” careers but I’m unconventional as a taxidermist as well. When someone asks me that question - about how I got started - I always begin my story the same way. “It all started with a dead squirrel and a bottle of wine…”

My career really did begin with a dead squirrel and a bottle of wine. A friend and coworker (at H&M, of all places) of mine knew I had a strong stomach for “gross” things - mostly because I was the only one who could handle disgusting things in the fitting room when our janitor was off-duty. One evening she invited me over to help her with a project for a mammalogy class, which turned out to be an assignment to create a study skin utilizing the skin of a roadkill squirrel collected by her professor. (A study skin is the preserved skin of an animal, usually filled with cotton, which is pinned and dried flat as part of museum or other archival collections for future generations of scientists to learn from.) When I got to her house, we split a bottle of red wine and literally dug in. I found the process to be absolutely fascinating. Haley… well, not so much. She has always been supportive of my pursuing of taxidermy, though.

It was one of those things I just couldn’t stop thinking about. If you’ve never tried your hand at taxidermy I know this is going to sound very strange, but it’s just a satisfying process. I liken it to peeling a sunburn or peeling a tattoo (which are huge no-nos), except that you’re actually supposed to peel everything off the skin of a squirrel before you sew it up. If you’re one of those people who really enjoys that sort of tactile sensation, taxidermy may be the hobby for you! For all of those readers who are grossed out, well… you’re reading the blog of a taxidermist so I don’t know what you expected. Aside from the process of cleaning skins, I started thinking a lot about how I could turn a skin into something other than a study skin - by adding an armature, higher quality filling, and glass eyes to make the animal look alive again. One squirrel and I was hooked.

For my birthday I went to a reptile expo and quickly tracked down someone who sold frozen feeders, and purchased the largest rat that they had available. When I tell the story of the beginnings of my career, I often say that I started everything with a $5 investment. That gigantic rat was the $5 investment - everything else I had on hand at home… except the glass eyes, which I forgot I needed, due to the fact that the initial study skin didn’t have or need glass eyes. I made do with what I had and posed the eyeless rat with his lids closed, curled in a ball and sleeping. He has certainly held up over the years, smells faintly of cornmeal, and is on display in my living room at this exact moment.

My first rat, which strangely, still has no name

My first rat, which strangely, still has no name

I documented the process and shared it on my Instagram - that’s where my career shortly started to take off. With a combination of taxidermy as well as jewelry that I had made using animal bones, I vended my wares at a few street fairs with friends. People took interest both in person and via social media, and after a few months a young girl approached me to ask if I would teach her how to do taxidermy. I said yes, and she became my first student. Around Christmas, I had a pop-up shop at a friend’s print shop and a woman showed up from the Detroit News looking for me, citing that she had seen some of my taxidermy work on Instagram and was interested in doing a profile on me. I ended up on the front page of the Life & Style section - and from there, things just snowballed in the best way possible.

January brought invitations to Cleveland and Chicago. February took me to Cleveland again, and then in March I returned to Ohio as well as flying to Atlanta for private lessons with a shop owner. In April I finished my last semester of college and moved to Cleveland, and in May I took my gigs west to Minneapolis and then Seattle, where I had a write-up in the Stranger.

During all of this I took in so much information from other taxidermists - written works as well as videos. I hadn’t found anything that was very worthwhile, at least not as worthwhile as continual practice and eventual evolution towards refining my techniques - but no guide I found was as helpful as finding a mentor (or three) to take me under their wings.

In some senses the taxidermy industry is much like the tattoo industry. There are some self-taught tattooers who end up being alright and producing quality work, but the majority of top-notch workers are the ones who spent years refining their techniques and seeking out critiques from their peers and superiors in order to become the best they can be. The rest of the self-taught tattooers work out of their basements and are complete hack jobs. On the opposite side of the coin, it’s entirely possible that someone can spend a year or two as a tattoo apprentice and still produce bad quality work because their heart just isn’t in it, or they simply don’t have the right touch. The fact remains that someone is more likely to end up being successful if they seek out help and mentorship rather than trying to work on their own, because getting feedback is crucial to continual positive growth.

With the practice I’ve had and the guidance I’ve gotten from all three of the men I work closely with, I feel confident to continue experimenting and I feel that I’ve really found my groove. I’ve since taught at the Houston Museum of Natural Science, the Museum of Contemporary Art in Cleveland, Portland State University, and the University of Washington. I have a (sold out!) lecture coming up at Harvard, which I’m very excited about - I am absolutely achieving my dreams and I can’t wait to see what happens next. Aside from traveling to teach, I also run a shop in Chicago called The Niche Lab where I teach classes and sell my work - at twenty-five, I think this is a huge accomplishment. I’m not writing all of this to toot my own horn - I’m listing these things as examples of where hard work and dedication can take you if you play your cards right and the stars align and all that jazz. It IS possible.

Getting here wasn’t easy, and I definitely made a lot of mistakes along the way, both career-wise and in the way I related to other people, but I am proud of what the last four years have done for me. Turning a hobby into a career takes a lot of hard work, sleepless nights, and dedication. You learn a lot about yourself. Whether you’re looking to be a taxidermist or a goldsmith, if you think you’re passionate about, here are some pieces of advice that I think will work for everyone.

Teaching in Somerville, Massachusetts // taken by Madeline Barr Photo

Teaching in Somerville, Massachusetts // taken by Madeline Barr Photo

Have some social media presence. Instagram has been monumental for me, and consistency is key for building a brand. If you want to have a social media account for just your new hobby-turned-business, start early. My personal Instagram has a lot of followers so I use it to promote my business Instagram page every few weeks. Eventually I would like to separate the two completely, so I suggest having separate accounts from the beginning if possible. Try using a “real” camera rather than your phone camera and/or use an image editor like VSCO before you post - properly exposed and focused images will help you the most. Even though it’s called Instagram doesn’t mean you have to post everything in the exact moment that it happens.

Stay humble. Man - I wish I had done this for the duration of everything. Because my Instagram account was popular I treated my followers like fans and on occasion I was extremely rude. For lack of a better term, I was quite honestly a total see-you-next-Tuesday at times. I can’t say how much I wish I could change this. I also had friends I spent time with who behaved in a similar manner towards their followers and I think we rubbed off on each other - and not in a good way. After taking some time to myself and really analyzing not only how I could improve my business but also the way I was perceived by my followers (who are all potential customers) I totally took a step back and am making an active effort to always respond to people who ask questions, and try to be kind when possible even if people are being offensive. ALL of your followers are potential customers (and human beings deserving of kindness) - treat them as such.

Photo of Chuck Testa filming for Ojai Valley Taxidermy, taken by Stefanie Jorge Bockenstette

Photo of Chuck Testa filming for Ojai Valley Taxidermy, taken by Stefanie Jorge Bockenstette

Find people whose work you admire and ask them for advice, or simply befriend them. I’m friends with my favorite photographer, my favorite painter, my favorite taxidermist, and members of all three of my favorite bands. How? Because people who are passionate about their craft feed off other people who are passionate about their craft, even if their passions are not in the same field. All I did was approach them and basically say “Hey, I dig what you’re doing!” in a non fan-girl way. If you want to start doing metalsmithing, find the best mom-and-pop jeweler in your city and ask if you can apprentice with them. If you’re really into screenprinting, hit a craft show and befriend the people there selling their work. Eventually you’ll make a connection worth keeping, and these people will be both inspiring and uplifting during the time it takes you to grow from a hobbyist into a professional in your field.

Practice, practice, practice. No matter what your hobby, do it a lot and do it often. Watch and learn how other people do the same things as you, and decide whether you should borrow their techniques or if you already do it better. You’ll get tons of hours honing your skill set and you’ll be producing product that you can sell in order to buy more supplies so you can practice even more.

Believe in yourself. You’re doing something that you’re passionate about and that will shine through. Not everyone is going to be on your side, but as hard as that is you will eventually learn to ignore them and only pay attention to those who champion you and support you.

Take deep breaths. The road to turning your hobby into a career is a long one and there are going to be a lot of bumps. Entrepreneurship is difficult but it’s worthwhile - as long as you make sure you are properly caring for yourself. Being at the end of your rope on a constant basis is something people will notice, and it won’t affect your business in a good way. Your attitude and your work ethic will reflect how much sleep you’re getting and how much time you take for yourself. At the same time, though, don’t get lazy!

This isn’t the end-all, be-all of turning a passion into a career. Of course there is way more to it than I could ever fit in a single blog post, and I hope that this can turn into somewhat of a series. If you have more questions, feel free to send them my way. In the meantime, if you’ve been reading this and you don’t have a hobby you feel passionate enough about to turn into a career - well, maybe it’s time you start dabbling in something new. Either way - good luck!

Photo by Lenny Gilmore for RedEye

Photo by Lenny Gilmore for RedEye