For The Love of Lambs
As we welcome Montreal, Monaco, Waikato, London and Albany, we have yet five more reasons to love lambs. And not lamb chops. For so much more than a meal are they.
Montreal, whilst big, gangly and goofy, invites us to consider just how vulnerable he is. Monaco is small, sweet and petite, yet courageously brave and adventurous. There is no doubt she would be the Lara Croft of the group. Waikato, like Montreal, has that dash of Merino in him, which makes him somewhat leggy and awkward for his age.
London has a dignified air about him as he sits perched on one’s lap. We consider he thinks it his throne. And dear little Albany, the Aussie White of the crew, is the most recent and youngest member. But proving the Aussie battler he is, he is forging forward in leaps and bounds despite the roughest of starts he has had in his life.
There is no doubt that the tyranny of distance, coupled with the buffer of our discriminatory animal protection laws, has enabled the plight of wee lambs such as them to remain unexamined within a societal moral blind spot.
Yet if we are to be the true Good Shepherds of this world, and for the love of lambs, we urgently need to do so.
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.
Found wandering on a highway that homed no sheep, it is believed that dear Jump did just that.
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.
Meet Annie Yokely and Mary Poopins! A community Facebook post was to prove the lifeline for two plucky and adventurous hens. It, too, was to prove just how maligned, disregarded and poorly protected their kind is.