Why he is now good and why we should be as well.
Whilst it took little imagination to name the sweet brown calf with the doe-like eyes and broken hind leg who landed into our hearts on Good Friday, we could only imagine his pain and bewilderment at his circumstance.
His nasty break, we learned, occurred in the first few days of his life. And then, at just six days old, it was something that had clearly beleaguered him. Dragging behind the wee chap was his awkwardly cast leg, and too he was sodden wet and weak.
With round-the-clock tube-feeding thus necessitated, and resplinting of his leg along with x-rays in order to ensure a true alignment was in place, we feel Good Friday, is, just like that leg, now set for a good outcome indeed.
Good Friday is undeniably a dear little calf, with a soft heart-tapping “moo”. He too is one who is now eager both for his bottle and our kindness, although not necessarily in that order. And it is in his innocence and vulnerability that he taps into our empathy and concern for others, which see us appreciate their feelings as we take, as best we can, positive action to improve their world.
It is said the powerless are precious and indeed they truly are, for when we allow them to become our teachers, they help us become our better selves.
All of which makes us all more connected, and more kind.
Which has to be a good thing, wouldn’t you agree?
After a night so long it almost forgot to end, we caught some sleep, grabbed a snack and headed on our well-worn track to the barn.
There was no doubt that Berlin’s world was crumbling the day he and his three buddies were surrendered into our care.
With a haunting sadness in their eyes, Gracelyn and Elvira entered our world. And we theirs, as they searched their newfound digs for somewhere to land their gaze.
Lost in a world far, far bigger than himself was little Bahama. But then kindness found him.
Little Kokomo may have been down on his luck the day he was born, finding himself way down in a pile of mirky mud.
Words could not convey our shock when we went to our carpark to collect the little lamb we would soon name Bermuda, who was surrendered into our care after having been found the day before.
More than likely destined for backyard slaughter, the young Cedric ran for his life. And did so for several days in the off-leash dog park to which he had retreated.
Friend or freezer? Without even meeting the colourful chap we have named Tom Cruise, we knew the only role he should ever fill was the first.
At just one day old, teeny tiny Trapper John was diminutive in size yet formidable in impact, and everybody was talking about him.