It’s All Greek to Us…
Only days into this world and little Athens was in trouble. With his human not knowing how to assist, the wee lamb continued to weaken as he failed to suckle from his mumma’s engorged teats.
Heeding the call for assistance, both mumma and bub were surrendered into our care. Here it quickly became apparent the cause of the little one’s woes as a huge plug of colostrum-infused poop, which was removed from Athens’s butt.
What came next can only be described as an explosion of relief for little Athens, but a moment of “eek” from the human who was just a tad too close to the scene!
Colostrum, that first liquid gold milk all mammals produce, infused with all of its goodness, could sometimes be mistaken for having a super-glue gene tossed in there as well, so thick and adhesive are the poops that result. Whilst it is generally the role of the mumma sheep to lick clean their bub from head to butt, alas sometimes the resolve of that poop is even more determined than those loving licks from the dear mummas themselves.
And whilst dear wee Athens was readily appreciative of the kindness, dear Anthia is still somewhat unsure. A sheep who is not yet prepared to let her guard down when it comes to our kind is she. Nonetheless, what she does show is that the bond between mother and child is incredibly strong and is one that transcends species.
Displaying this best as she fiercely moves forward to protect her dear babe, nickering to him should he move out of sight and standing guard over him whilst he soundly sleeps.
With their Greek-of-origin names, we are reminded that from the birthplace of democracy evolved the recognition that all should have a voice in society – this being something which most will readily embrace. Alas, though, when it comes to the animals of this world, for most such a notion “sounds Greek to me”. That democratic voice rarely includes animals; yet when one considers it is their world, too, it seems only just that it should.
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.