You’re going the wrong way…
An adventerous spirit, and perhaps a traveler at heart, can this little lamb navigate her way back to safety before too late?
“Hey, wait little lambie, you are going the wrong way”, we gently called out to Miss Direction, one of two recently arrived day-old orphans. Heading out of the heated nursery the rambunctious little Miss Direction strode, determined that heading out into the freezing weather was a good idea. The lure of a warm bottle of formula gently waved under her nose was enough to convince her otherwise. With the bottle of formula delivered right where it needed to be, Miss Direction was quickly back on track and in our heated nursery.
That the circumstance of many a lamb each year places their birth in frigid weather, and thus their lives in jeopardy, speaks loudly to a coldness that not only has the capacity to freeze their bodies but so too the human heart. And although Miss Direction’s losing her way was but a momentary lack of clarity, that of our species is one that our forefathers took some time ago and in whose footsteps and habits we have unquestioningly followed.
And whilst navigating our path back to where we need to be is going to take more than a bottle of sweet-tasting formula, perhaps our guidance can come from the innocence and vulnerability of sweet babes such as Miss Direction. For with a greater understanding of who and why they are can come a greater understanding of who and why we need to be.
Living and loving in our daily lives with a new-found respect for those with whom we share the planet, recognising the commonality we have – hearts, minds, limbic systems and more – all speak to our shared ability to experience the world “feelingly” – yet each with their own species-specific spin. For in doing so, we can become the healers and the helpers we were always meant to be, hearts no longer frozen and minds no longer going the wrong way.
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.