We Might Not Be Your (biological) Mother…
Every year, dozens upon dozens of orphaned lambs arrive into our care and kindness. Some have been made motherless from birth, others through misadventure, yet regardless of cause, all are in desperate need of a mother.
A being who can provide more than the liquid sustenance to sustain them. For just like human babies, their sustenance takes many forms. Love, joy, hope and stability, to name a few. Add into the mix a few sleepless nights, a small sacrifice to ensure theirs are anything but is just what mothers do.
And so as we tucked little Florence into our side, pulling the covers over us both on her first night in this world; we touched her fuzzy head, the aroma of her birth still upon her, a haunting reminder of the last remnants of her birth mother, and too of her vulnerability and her confusion.
This was now her world. One of human design and kindness.
But one too guided by the firm belief that whilst we may not be Florence’s biological mother, we shall be the best version of ourselves to ensure that she can be too.
Bridging the gap between species – one a tender infant, the other a compassion-driven adult – we shall use all of our knowledge, both innate and acquired, to ensure little Florence shall live a happy and healthy life.
Moreover, one that is meaningful to her.
She, too, will live this embraced by the love of many mothers, because we know that although we may not be her biological mother, we can still be her mother, nonetheless.
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.