Brandy leaves her distinct brand on our life – one of wondrous cheer.
Whilst to some the word Brandy brings to the mind and lips the distinct flavour of a liquor produced by distilling wine, to others it brings the sharp, painful memory that comes from being “branded” by a wet tennis ball hurled against one’s body as part of a schoolyard game by this name.
Yet to us here at Edgar’s Mission the name Brandy belongs to a cheeky little impish slip of a lamb. So named because of the two distinct “brands” on her knees and one right smack bang on the mid-length of her back.
Brandy too leaves her distinct brand on our life – one of wondrous cheer. The way she never walks in a straight line, far preferring to brand each step with a bounce, skip and sideways flick of her back legs. The way she comes running at the first hint of her name. The way she lies blissfully in the sun with her two buddies, Cookie Monster and Buzz Lightyear. Not a care in the world can even be raised by the collective three.
She is indeed the perfect bundle of incandescent joy.
All of which is pause for thought for how we brand the lives of animals and others. Compartmentalising them with labels of convenience that circumvent our ethical thought, all of which causes a misalignment of our actions and our beliefs.
Every year, individuals and sanctuaries such as ours open our gates and hearts to countless orphan lambs such as she. And whilst the circumstances vary greatly, the need does not. For without assistance, these hapless babies would surely perish. Forgotten in a system that rarely offers them even a lick of human kindness, we are constantly reassured by the fact that beyond that system, and even from within it, compassion springs eternal.
For seeing lambs as the delightful and emotionally charged beings they are causes the best within our humanity to brand them not as production units, but to brand them the best way we possibly can – with our kindness.
Little did we know, on the first night we met Soldier, that the inky darkness of the sky above was to be foreboding of her fate. She, patiently waiting roadside with the humans who had come to her rescue after the vehicle collision that had rendered her immobile.
With his glistening red comb flopped outrageously over his eyes and his body ensconced by the most silky soft of feather boas, made of the real deal, Earl’s haute couture may not look out of step on the catwalk of Fashion Week or even the cover of Vogue.
Whilst it is hard to define, it is easy to feel, just what makes Special special. For it takes but a moment with this happy-go-lucky little chap to intuit this.
With no need for a Coco Chanel creation or Gucci accessory, our Paris and Nicky Hilton are glamourous girls.
Having difficultly seeing his new world around him, at first Peaky Blinders would scoot away at the mere hint of our presence. But now not so.
Within metres of the road the tiny bird fluttered and flipped. At first thought to be a grey pigeon clipped by a fast-moving car.
As farmed animals, in the scheme of things, it never ends well for them. And every action thus far afforded this mother and child had fuelled their point of view.
There is little doubt Brunswick is a beautiful bird. His magnificent plumage captures the eye, whilst the brilliant radiance of his comb and wattles sets the heart a-flutter.
Around 4.40 pm on the 11th of January 2023, hope met the reality of our promise, as the last Silkie rooster was removed from the tiny wire prison that had been his home for heaven knows how long.