The (littlest) Hobo…
Lost down a wombat hole and eventually into a snuggly bed, it took a team effort to get little Hobo to where he is today!
We’re not quite sure what little Hobo had in mind that fateful day as he darted down that wombat hole. Separated as he was from his family of wily rangeland goats and the comfort they provided, he was most certainly not going to find either down that lair. The worst-case scenario being an encounter with the sharp claws and savage grunts of a grumpy wombat, none too pleased with the meanderings of the tiny intruder. Yet anything in between was never going to be good for he.
However, before the intrepid young Hobo could find anything, kindness found him in the form of two kindly strangers who –
Although Hobo’s time with these kind hearts was to be but a whistle stop in his life, his hoof print on their heart has been indelible – a theme that has come to pass with all he so cheerfully greets.
It is indeed through Hobo’s jovial, sweet and endearing nature, coupled with his penchant for pressing his little head into your hand (which rapidly ripples up your arm and into your heart) that he has made many new friends of all shapes and species at Edgar’s Mission. None the least the Lady in the Hat.
Regularly is the sight of little Hobo proudly trotting off to retire for the evening at the heels of said Lady. And such is his want for comfort and a kindly touch that he waits until just the right amount of snooze has overtaken his human friend that he gently glides up and onto the bed and snuggles right in. Reminding us that babes of all species yearn for a comforting touch and warm place to sleep.
And as little Hobo proves, it is sometimes the littlest things in life that take up the biggest piece of real estate in your heart (and your bed).
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.