Mitzy got lucky, for the human who was set to “claim” her had a change of mind.
What calls to us… Deoxyribonucleic acid (more commonly known as DNA) is the molecule that carries genetic information that calls to us and informs us who we shall be. And tucked away in the DNA of one very frightened sheep are the codes that determine Mitzy’s features as very much that of the Border Leicester breed of sheep.
Her long legs, strong chest, erect ears, sculptured nose and curly, shiny fleece more than hint at this. But she has enough too of other characteristics that say hybridisation has occurred, while her great fear of our predator-like species says that the domestication of Ovis aries has not removed her Wild Mouflon ancestry from her everyday actions.
And it is in fact to this Mitzy owes her life.
Piecing together her chequered past, we can glean that she has been bred for the dual commercial purposes that reduce her being to wool and meat. However, from this fate she courageously fled, only to find herself in a rural pound.
A place where the value of farmed animals is most generally called out by the dollar pound of their flesh.
But here is where Mitzy got lucky, for the human who was set to “claim” her had a change of mind (but alas not heart), due to her “feisty” nature and strong desire to flee at great sped into the nearest object when approached. All of which meant that capturing, let alone transporting, her would be challenging at best.
And so it was with a gentle mix of trepidation and kindness that we set out to bring Mitzy to sanctuary, knowing that the safety that this would provide may not be felt immediately by a sheep such as she. However, we take great heart that dear Mitzy has heard its calling. The decreasing of her cautionary flight zone and too the softening of her once wide-open stare tells us so.
And when we think of dear Mitzy and the negative state of mind that had consumed her, we cannot help but think of how our different species’ lives are woven together as we seek to answer that common call of our DNA.
For what calls to us are the very things that call to them. Beyond the need for food and water, just shy of the need for family and friends, and hovering near the desire for joy and happiness, is the ever-present need for human kindness.
And never before have the animals of this world needed our kind to heed this call within us.
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.
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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.
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