Meet Albert Einswine!
Saved by an elderly couple which brought him a new life at Edgar’s Mission.
While he may not be too sure about the theory of relativity, he most certainly was sure about the reality of his predicament. And it was not good! Lost, bewildered and frightened was the young porcine Albert Einswine as he deftly ducked and dodged his way around a local park. Happening upon an elderly couple whom he felt may see him as more of a friend than food, Albert tried his luck. Proving his judgement to be correct, they wrangled the little guy into the back of their car and off to their local animal shelter. Despite being absolutely adorable, with his black-tipped ears and bespeckled eyes, and incredibly intelligent, this ginger piggy who is so willing to offer his cute guttural piggy greetings had no one forthcoming to claim him.
It wasn’t too long before one little pig was heard singing, ‘Yippy, skippy, I’m going to the Mishy.’
Throughout history, pigs’ lives have entwined with those of humans in so many ways and from the Eurasian wild boar, we now have over 500 different pig breed. And while sadly, their fates are the servitude of humans, every now and then some get lucky, just like dear Albert. If only each and every one of us took the time to reach down and feel the sweet smell of hog breath, to hear their happy and joyous piggy grunts- all a celebration of their just ‘being’. We too may feel the tug on our heartstrings telling us that it really is time to be kind to pigs.
Oh, and why is Albert Einswine so smart? Because he has ended up at Edgar’s Mission of course!
After a night so long it almost forgot to end, we caught some sleep, grabbed a snack and headed on our well-worn track to the barn.
There was no doubt that Berlin’s world was crumbling the day he and his three buddies were surrendered into our care.
With a haunting sadness in their eyes, Gracelyn and Elvira entered our world. And we theirs, as they searched their newfound digs for somewhere to land their gaze.
Lost in a world far, far bigger than himself was little Bahama. But then kindness found him.
Little Kokomo may have been down on his luck the day he was born, finding himself way down in a pile of mirky mud.
Words could not convey our shock when we went to our carpark to collect the little lamb we would soon name Bermuda, who was surrendered into our care after having been found the day before.
More than likely destined for backyard slaughter, the young Cedric ran for his life. And did so for several days in the off-leash dog park to which he had retreated.
Friend or freezer? Without even meeting the colourful chap we have named Tom Cruise, we knew the only role he should ever fill was the first.
At just one day old, teeny tiny Trapper John was diminutive in size yet formidable in impact, and everybody was talking about him.