Little Bo-Peep lost her sheep. But she found her tribe…
By what misadventure Little Bo-Peep became lost from her sheep we do not know. Nor to the circumstance that caused her sweet head to be covered in blood, and not her own. But what we do know is this. That had kindness not found her and brought her over to join our tribe, she would have surely perished. And only time will tell if our help and our tribe have come too late for her.
For Little Bo-Peep is a most fragile being. If her hesitant gait and wee pot belly hint that she has been struggling on her own and for some time, her dark green shrivelled-up poos confirm she has been surviving on grass and not her mother’s love and sustenance. It comes then as no surprise, that devoid of the things a tiny baby needs most in this world, a sense of hopelessness and despair had become her.
With her lifeforce slowly depleting as it was, little of the sweet formula and medications offered seemed to arouse Bo-Peep on her arrival. It has thus became the task of her new tribe to do just that.
To nurture her back, heal her broken heart and remind her this is where she belongs. Surrounded not only by the company of her own exuberant kind, but by humans who care deeply for her.
And so as we have become her family, united by our shared vision of kindness for kind, an understanding of what she has been through and a group of others who not only accept her for who she is, but celebrate this, encouraging her to flourish and explore all the corners of who she could ever be.
Each day since our worlds have met and our lives have become intertwined, we have been witnessing a wondrous transformation in the diminutive Little Bo-Peep. For she is becoming stronger, more curious, even courageous, often cheekily so. She too is showing an endearing sense of self-determination.
But above all else she is laying bare that what benefits our physical health and mental well-being the most, regardless of whether it is flesh or fleece that covers us, is the importance of finding your tribe.
Welcome Little Bo-Peep, welcome.
Footnote: Sadly we farewelled Little Bo Peep after her health deteriorated. Rest in peace sweet girl.
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.