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.
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.