Finding Your Tribe
Human or non-human, at our core, we are social beings. As such, the importance of finding one’s tribe can never be overstated.
Just ask the teeny, tiny – and we really mean teeny and tiny – Masha. A sweet little Angora kid goat who, at just two days old, had lost her tribe. But not her ability to touch the hearts of humans. Doing just that, she was ferried to sanctuary, and here, although not her birth tribe, she has found another.
Trapper John, Sherman T. Potter, Hot Lips and a token young lamb named Vienna make up her new clan.
And already, the emotional support this quirky quartet has showered upon their new friend is palpable.
Regardless of her different looks, from her curly white coat to her diminutive size, kids know kids and are readily accepting of them. Showing no judgement, holding no preconceived ideas and having no expectations other than, “Come play with us.”
And off little Masha bounces.
With health, happiness and all of the elements of a good life now at those adorable little hooves, and with bestest buddies by her side to pump up tyres when they flatten, dear Masha can become all she was meant to be.
In a place she truly belongs.
And in doing so, she gently reminds us that it is not only what we spend our life doing but who we spend it with that is important.
So if you are reading this now, you’ve found us! Welcome to your tribe – the tribal kinship of kindness for all beings.
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.