When shy, quiet Jane Ray rescues a drowning seabird from an oil spill in Vancouver's Burrard Inlet, she finds herself face to face with national television cameras — and head to head with th
When shy, quiet Jane Ray rescues a drowning seabird from an oil spill in Vancouver's Burrard Inlet, she finds herself face to face with national television cameras — and head to head with the alleged culprit, SeaKing Shipping Pacific.
In Flight or Fight, the first book in Diane Haynes' Wildlife Rescue series, Jane discovers that there comes a time when everyone has to choose between running and taking a stand. Impassioned by the dedication of animal rescue crews working around the clock to save hundreds of oiled birds, Jane volunteers with the Urban Wildlife Rescue Center and begins a campaign urging SeaKing to take responsibility for the spill. Jane grows frustrated by the lack of response, but far from ignoring her, SeaKing executives are growing worried about the vocal young girl.
Will they resort to drastic measures to keep her quiet? Jane is going to need all the help she can get from her two best friends... and a couple of surprising allies as well.
Diane Haynes began volunteering with the Wildlife Rescue Association of BC after witnessing a canola oil spill in Vancouver's Burrard Inlet. First published at the age of eight, she worked as an ice cream scooper, shoe salesperson, receptionist, marketing director, and technical editor before realizing she'd had it all figured out in grade three. As a freelance feature writer, she's published stories about fashion, whales, art, TV production, an Olympic athlete, storms, mental illness, eligible bachelors, and dangerous jobs. Diane lives in Burnaby and is the author of the Jane Ray Wildlife Rescue series.
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Jane tore off her shoes and socks and eased herself over the wall into the ice—cold water. It reached her waist and seemed to cling to her in shiny beads like… oil. When the next wave carried the duck toward her, she reached both hands over its folded wings and plucked it out of the sea. It didn't fight her?it didn't have the strength. She waded toward a set of concrete steps further along the wall, and clambered back up to the path, careful not to loosen her grip. The bird's feathers were slick with oil, and Jane could now see that the entire surface of the Inlet glistened a sickly yellow.
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