Princess Mahra

There she was…curled tightly against a rock, hidden in the tall grass of a conservation area. A tiny goat, holding her breath as tightly as her fear. At first, it seemed she hoped to become the stillness itself, to melt into the earth and be left unseen. But when kindness drew near, she bolted.

As fast as her tiny legs could carry her, the tri-coloured blur zigged and zagged through the grass, dodging arms and good intentions alike. But she was outnumbered, out of breath, and out of time. At only one week old she was so fragile, her lice-riddled body was gently gathered into loving arms.

That’s where sanctuary stepped in. Wrapped in a soft blanket and cradled with care, she made not a single sound, blinking softly all the way to safety.

We named her Princess Mahra, after the compassionate soul who first made the call. A name full of grace and quiet strength.

We may never know her story before she was found, nor what became of her mumma. But this we do know: Princess Mahra is no longer alone.

With her salt-and-pepper ears and bright, curious eyes, she’s learning that the world is not something to flee, but something to explore, to trust—and to nibble. (Especially ears, as we’ve discovered. Kid goats, it seems, have turned that into an art form.)

Once held captive by fear, Princess Mahra now lets herself be held by love. And each day, as she joyfully steps further into trust, belonging, and the gentle company of her new ovine friends.

And to think—it all began with one step.