Hope Sawyer Buyukmihci believes that a living being can never belong to anyone but itself, and she goes out from the 250 acre wildlife refuge she and her husband have created in the swamps of the New Jersey flatlands to preach conservation and, yes, brotherhood. She loved animals at an early age: handling a puff adder, heeding the call of the woodcock in early April, befriending a baby grouse. In Turkey as a young bride she was appalled by the beating of an overburdened donkey, determined to do something. The refuge was the result. There she built nest boxes for ducks, birdhouses, babysat far beavers, nursed loons and ospreys, and listened to the red squirrel singing. She has hard things to say about the conservation agencies which depend on the sale of hunting licenses for much of their revenue, harder things to say about the hunters. An all-out appeal, but will it convert?