Keeping close to the side of his newfound buddy is Finders. Together he and Keepers, knowing all too well the safety in numbers, join forces and scoot deftly past us.
Heads down, eyes averted, they slide down the fence line and into the openness of a new area. We are their enemy. Or so they think. Having arrived at the pound, separately through different circumstances, their fate was set soon to become a common one. And one all too common for farmed animals such as they.
But then fate intervened.
And instead of harsh voices and barking dogs to herd the abandoned sheep into the strangeness of a large box, it was soothing words, no fixed stare and gentle actions.
And that box did not have a steely floor, as they so often do – a reflection of the hearts of those who goad them inside. But it was a straw-lined trailer, soft and well protected from the weather and harsh reality of so many of their less-than-fortunate brethren, a wee hint of the many comforts they were promised that would surely follow.
They were confused.
Yet, they complied.
For such gentle animals are sheep. They cause us no menace, but alas our kind cannot lay claim to such a humility. For we humans have manipulated their lives for our ends and in doing so denied their sentience.
Denied the fact their lives have meaning to them. Lives that are imbued with loss and grief (more often than not of our doing) but so too of parenthood, family, joy, happiness, curiosity, hope and more.
And if that sounds familiar to you, it should. For what courses through their veins is the very stuff that courses through ours; what fuels their hearts are the very things that set ours on fire; and what makes their minds work is just so similar to our own.
And when you find this as your truth, it will surely be forever kept in your heart. It shall become your compass and guide your thoughts, actions and deeds to make the world a better place for all.
So welcome dear Finders and Keepers, welcome.
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.