Fall 1999
Story by Penny Schaefer, Ark Director

One weekend, Mr. Wallace and I went to an exotic animal auction in Wapa, Ohio. As I rarely go anywhere without one of my dogs, Watterson accompanied us. When we decided to attend this auction, we went looking for young deer. It was early Spring and if we were to find any, this would be the time of year. As fate would have it, when we arrived we were told there were two young fallow doe that had been "pulled" for the sale, which means being removed from their mother and put on bottles. (Here at Henry's Ark, we don't agree with this method, but it does happen elsewhere.)


Trolley rides for groups up to 40 are available to explore the "outback" where the animals roam.

A modest donation of $1 per person is suggested
(or whatever the group can afford.)

Contact Penny Schaefer, Ark Director
For reservations 502/228-0746

When the time came to bid on these two young deer, I already knew they were going home with us. As the bidding started, Henry was fortunate that there were only myself and one other bidder involved, since the excitement of bidding -- especially with someone elses money -- can sometimes get out of hand. Luckily we had the winning bid and for $180, both babies went to the hotel with me that night. I soon found out that winning the bid was the easy part. I had raised enough young animals to know that my night had just begun. I got the bottles and formula ready and every hour on the hour I offered them a bottle. I wasn't the familiar warmth they were comfortable with, so as they leaped over my bed, I grabbed them in midair and held them securely to force milk down their throats. Now towards the wee morning hours, this was no longer enjoyable and I was growing very tired.

I soon noticed a pattern. Each time the deer looked for "mom", they were drawn to Watterson, who they would nudge as if she were their mother. At first, she was simply wanting to play with them, but I soon decided to use her to earn their trust. So as I sat in the floor on one side of Watterson, I offered the bottle to the deer from under her belly.

Beginning that first night, Watterson became their mom. They refused to give her up. Everywhere she went, the deer were sure to follow and they seemed to get great comfort being on each side and suckling her hair. This method worked well on the spotted one, but the brown would have nothing to do with it. So I had to catch her and force her to take the bottle. Our " game" went on twice a day for about three months, before she finally weaned herself.

As you can see, Watterson doesn't seem to mind being "mom."


There is a theory that if you step off the Trolley in the Ark outback you may only survive for about ten seconds, depending on just how fast you can run or whether or not you can fly. Little did we know that Ark founder, Henry Wallace would be the first to test -- and fortunately disprove -- this theory.

On a typical tour of the Ark a few weeks ago, the tractor-turned-trolley inched its way along with passengers gleefully taking in the sites of our very own "outback". As it sputtered up the hillside, a new calf and her proud mother were spotted near the fenceline.

The uneven ground and low branches prevented a good view of the two. So Henry maneuvered the trolley as close as the trees would allow, picked a parking spot and cut the engine.

Leaving the passengers behind -- along with some of his better judgment -- Henry climbed off the trolley and headed up the hill on foot for a closer inspection. It was then I began to count. "One... Two... Three...".


by Teresa Boyatt, Ark Volunteer

Most trolley rides don't result in such excitement when touring the Ark Outback

Like most of us, the animals at Henry's Ark like their snacks too. The best ones to bring when you come to visit are fresh fruit and vegetables including:

  • Greens (especially kale)
  • Carrots
  • Grapes and Raisins
  • Saltine Crackers

Breads & Cereals ARE NOT GOOD for the animals and can cause digestive problems.

On Four, the weight of its load popped the trolley out of gear, lurching it forward. On the count of Five I jumped forward and by Six was able to stomp on the brake and hold it down with all my might. What happened next was all a blur.

Amidst the shrill screams of trolley passengers, I turned to see the lightening fast mama cow charge, make contact and give launch to a flying man. My first thoughts were, "I didn't know Henry could fly!" (I don't think he knew either!)

Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... We watched as Henry's flight seemed endless and then kerplunk -- ending in an unusually large pile of very soft manure that eased his landing considerably.

Mama Cow had made her point, as she and baby walked away showing Henry their backsides -- a welcome site needless to say. And at Eleven... Henry began his climb back aboard.

As the trolley chugged back toward its station house it contained a wiser, albeit dirtier and sorer driver.


Cows 1

Henry 0

by BARBARA SPEARS, Assistant Ark Director

Several weeks ago we received a telephone call alerting us that a mother opposum had been hit and killed on Rose Island Road near the Ark. Unfortunately several of her young had been killed as well.

Penny Schaefer, our Ark Director, retrieved the mother and brought her into the nursery. Immediately, we pulled the still clinging surviving babies out of their mother's pouch. We washed them and placed them in an aquarium with a heating pad in order to keep them warm.

I set out to get them some milk. We use Mother's Helper in a can for opposums, which can be found at most pet stores. Too young to nurse from a bottle, I had to syringe feed these little ones until they could lap their milk from a saucer. Today, I'm happy to report that three survived. They now eat fruity baby food and climb around everywhere.

This has been my first experience raising opposums so young. I has been exciting and very rewarding watching them grow! My final reward will be to see them released back into their rightful place in the wild.

Barbara & Baby Enjoy a Walk Along Arkway Parkway

MEET BISCUICK by Henry Wallace

If you have been to Henry's Ark during the past four or five years, you probably know "Biscuick." Biscuick is a goat -- but not just any goat. Biscuick is special. Even his name is special. He was named by Penny Schaefer, Ark Director, who finds the names for most of our animals.

Biscuick was born an unlucky number. That was #3. His mother had only two operating nipples and Biscuick's siblings got to them first, leaving him out of a source of milk. That's when Penny took over and put him "on the bottle."

Because he had to be fed during the night as well as during the day, Penny took him home with her in the evenings and returned to the Ark with him in the mornings. They became constant companions.

That arrangement worked well enough until Biscuick outgrew round-the-clock bottle feeding and learned to climb onto furniture. When he ate a lamp shade, he was finally banished from Penny's household and relegated to the Ark, where he had free run of both the Plaza and Arkway North and South.

Having been raised under special circumstances, Biscuick continued in his special ways. He found that taking the "high ground" was to his benefit as well as to his liking. From the roof of an auto, to the top of a haystack or hood of the jeep, Biscuick could keep away from those animals he didn't choose to associate with. He was also able to keep an eye on possible food sources, such as open feed bins or an inadvertently dropped carrot. Perhaps also, philosophically and physically speaking, it put him above his contemporaries. So if you miss Biscuick on the ground during your visit to the Ark, you may want to check out some of our loftier places.

Our WISH LIST includes Dog & Cat Food & Treats, Blankets, Alcohol & Disinfectants, Garbage Bags, Paper Towels & Towels

You can mail your tax deductible contribution to:

Henry Ark
P.O. Box 68
Prospect, KY 40059

Please include your Name, Address, City, State, and Zip Code.

Henry's Ark is struggling in stormy financial waters. A NOT FOR PROFIT 501(c)3 free to the public corporation, it has no outside funding and depends on donations from our visitors and readers. All contributions are exempt -- receipt available upon request. Thank-you for your support!

The Staff and Animals at Henry's Ark.


A Place Where People and Animals Meet

Henry F. Wallace -- Founder

Penny Schaefer -- Ark Director

Barbara Spears -- Asst. Ark Director

Terry Chambers -- Newsletter Editor

Board of Directors

Henry F. Wallace, Chairman

Carla Wallace
Sharon Wallace
Henry B. Wallace
Candida Wallace

Henry's Ark

Is Located At
7801 Rose Island Road
Prospect, KY 40059

Open to the Public Year Round From 9:00 a.m. to Sunset



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