Nothing to Hide
Pure and honest with her emotions is sweet Hydie.
This wee lamb, orphaned by the circumstance of her dear mumma’s passing, came into our care wrapped in a blanket and this grief. And in the days that followed, we were able to peel back both, revealing a dash of timidity in there along with a good measure of willingness to trust.
And we almost had her complete.
The gaps were slowly filled in, the more quality time we spent with this gentle soul, for indeed she had nothing to hide. No hidden agenda, no axe to grind, no score to settle. As she nibbled gently on our fingers, we felt the tingles of this in our heart. For there is something so pure and most humbling when an animal moves gently towards you as if to say, “I’d like to get to know you”. This is especially so when you take the form of a being so much bigger and stronger than they.
The Chinese chose knowingly well when they declared that kindness and generosity are the qualities that mark those born under the sign of the sheep in their zodiac.
And although the authenticity, candour and true beauty of these animals is laid bare for all to see, and has done so throughout the ages, that many a nation has been forged off their backs (and loins and other parts of their bodies) says that it is perhaps we humans who have something to hide. And, alas, still do.
Our chequered relationship with animals, that is.
A relationship where we indeed have so much to hide. Not the least of which is our blinkered attitude towards animals. On the one hand we argue against cruelty towards animals, even enshrining this in legislation. Yet carefully tucked away from public view and conscience are Codes of Practice that make legal the acts perpetrated on farmed animals that would be illegal and declared blatantly cruel if that very animal took the form of a “domestic pet”.
It is a way of thinking that today lands so many of our kind loving both lambs and lambchops at the same time. Yet the only thing that can erode this cognitive dissonance is something that does not lie with better, more just, laws – although that would certainly help. The best chance these animals have for fair and decent lives will only come about when we each live our life with justice, compassion and non-violence at its heart.
For only then can we say that we too have nothing to hide.
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.