A Monopoly of the Heart
Meet the cheeky little orphaned lamb who was lucky enough to see the odds turn in his favour.
Close your eyes for a moment and think of the word monopoly.
Chances are the words “Mayfair”, “Community Chest”, “Do not pass go”, all roll to mind along with the image of a portly, bow tie wearing, moustached, elderly gentleman and his top hat – the mascot of the eternally popular worldwide board game that goes by this name.
But for a farmed animal, the word monopoly is not synonymous with fun at all, for it succinctly and regrettably describes the exclusive control our kind has taken over their lives. Monopolising them with a myriad of unkindnesses that not only greatly restricts their ability to be themselves but also to have long, happy and adventure filled lives, ones truly worth living.
However, every now and then the odds turn in their favour.
This so was the case recently for one little orphaned farmed animal who now goes by the name of Mister Monopoly. A cheeky, by both face and nature, Black Suffolk lamb. One for whom the dice has rolled well.
For instead of being condemned to his fate, he has received the best “get out of jail” card of all. And although he did not pass go, he did go direct to sanctuary.
Whether it is wearing one of his many cute little jackets, bouncing along on his dainty black hooves that have miraculously morphed into springs, or nibbling on our chin with such gusto that it reaches deep inside of us, this little guy has truly monopolised our hearts.
And we would not have this any other way, for we have found that when we do give our hearts over to animals, we reach our most selfless of selves and this pays the greatest dividends for all.
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.