We named her Beauty quite simply because she is. And although only 24 hours into this world, it was a beauty that radiated well into our hearts only moments after our first meeting.
We closed our eyes and imagined her dear mumma lovingly licking Beauty clean as she lay freshly birthed on the ground before her. Beauty’s body steaming with the warmth of her mother’s womb, her wet fur cowlicked this way and that by the raspy tongue that came imbued with the purest of love.
Yet despite this bond being of the most beautiful form, it was one that circumstance dictated could not last.
But Beauty has.
And as her tiny form wobbles forward with her tongue desperately scoping for its target, it takes on a life of its own. Searching for the teat she knows should be there.
Alas, it is not.
So fresh into this world, Beauty is naturally confused, yet readily accepting of our surrogate efforts. Latching on to the teat, the bottle of which is clasped between our hands, we are treated to the glorious sight of her drinking in its goodness.
And as Beauty’s unbridled innocence floods us all, almost bringing us to our knees, she reminds us that we too can be beautiful, through the simple act of kindness.
Blending tragedy with hope comes Nepal, a sweet little Merino lamb, born one of triplets, who sadly became separated from his family.
While logic tells us he did not fall from the sky, he might as well have, for from where he has come, we cannot ascertain. It is as if he is nobody’s cat. And here now, he most certainly is.
Few things in life tug more at the heartstrings than when you see the life draining out of the eyes of an animal. And when that animal is but a youngster, the tug becomes an all-consuming wrench.
Found wandering on a highway that homed no sheep, it is believed that dear Jump did just that.
They have been declared the comedians of the barnyard (goats, that is) and proving this statement is not a work of fiction come Frick, Frack and Applejack.
It was the message we prayed we would never have to send – well, not for many a year anyway – to our team.
As a young first-time mum, having barely hit puberty, Margaret found herself in the direst of situations. Recently having given birth, and suffering a life-threatening prolapse, she did not know what to do.
Meet Annie Yokely and Mary Poopins! A community Facebook post was to prove the lifeline for two plucky and adventurous hens. It, too, was to prove just how maligned, disregarded and poorly protected their kind is.