I’m Still Standing
With his eclectic mix of colour and an outrageous little “do,” dear Elton John stands before us today.
That he has been able to pick up the broken pieces of his life is indeed astounding, given the emaciated and forlorn state in which he was plucked from that wretched place that kindness had forgotten.
But there, too, is more about this little fellow and his buddies that astounds us.
Their five-toed craggy feet – unique to the Silkie breed, whereas other breeds have four.
Their typically turquoise ear lobes that add a splash of colour, and offer the greatest hint to Elton’s vivacious personality. Indeed, we have chosen well the name of this endearing bird.
Those feathered leg shanks that give his kind an appearance of wearing pantaloons.
Those wispy long streamer feathers that sprout from their crowns and dance wildly in the breeze, yelling loudly of their owner’s masculinity.
And the barbless feathers that cover their black skin, lacking the hooks that would otherwise hold the strands together, endowing these feathered wonders with the typical Silkie fluffy appearance.
An appearance that is almost fur-like to the eye, while silken to the touch.
And speaking of touch, this lad has most certainly done so to our hearts.
Over and over, we have been struck not only by the resilience of these hapless animals, but also by their ability to get along, and just how maligned their species is.
Whilst we can learn of the grim fate of millions of chickens every day at the hands of humans, whether they be those farmed for their flesh such as the Silkies in this rescue, exploited for their reproductivity by way of egg production, or thrust into the grotesque and debased illegal-world that is cockfighting, behind those statistics and injustices rests the lives of individuals just like dear Elton.
Each imbued with wants, needs and personalities as unique as our own.
In the short time we have had the rare opportunity to get to know our 602 Silkie friends, even we have been astounded by this. By how courageously they guard their bodily integrity, by how inquisitively they have taken to exploring the kaleidoscope of their new world, and most of all, by their capacity to forgive.
Silkies, indeed, are amongst the most gentle of beings.
Calling us to question, why cannot we be so?
Propelling us to do all in our power to increase not only their standing in the world but their standing in the hearts of those who seek to oppress them.
Please stand with us in this charter.
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.