Micky & Mini – Power
Only moments into our care, two little orphan lambs named Micky and Mini, without words, began to tell us about themselves.
Micky, stoically brave, although at his tender age it was more bluff than bravado, held his ground, while his timid sibling Mini took cover behind her big brother. Mini’s squinting left eye and pleading face pulled at our heartstrings and told us she had fared worse when deprived of her mother’s tender love and breast milk.
Passing away some days before for reasons unknown, their mumma’s lifeless body was still the refuge to which the tiny two continued to retreat. Nudging her frantically with all their might and strongest of will, nothing in their power was going to summon her to life.
Such a tragic tale is one that unfurls all too often at this time of year. A dear ewe’s illness goes unseen, and her pain and suffering untreated, leaving behind a legacy of rotting remains and many a confused and vulnerable orphan at this, the most inhospitable time of the year.
Yet every now and then, hope is found in these unlikely places, and lambs like Micky and Mini find sanctuary and do not become a statistic. Such an act of human benevolence, choosing not to look the other way, reminds us all of the incredible power we have to improve the world for others.
For this truly is our human superpower, best played out by simply being kind.
When kindness counted her tally for the day last Saturday, no doubt she would have included the benevolent act that saved the life of the wee lamb we have named Adelaide.
Feeling the potency of a predator attack was the soft, moist tongue of the newborn lamb we have named Cincinnati.
Easily mistaken for a deer is our sweet friend whom we have named Happy Days. Her name, we whispered to her as a prophecy of the good things to come.
Finding Captain Nemo and his Pearl, and discovering an ocean of kindness.
Some days we wonder how we humans have arrived at where we are in our chequered relationship with animals. And then some days we realise that we can lament the past, accepting that we had no hand in that; our only hand lies in shaping the present.
The heart-warming story of a grieving mother who found a reason for living in her adopted son.
It was an image that will never leave our hearts. The one of the mother standing over her newborn child.
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
Little did we know that Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ short stay with us was to be anything but. An aged dairy cow at the end of her useful life, and having prolapsed after her last calving, a lifeline had been thrown to dear Lucy.