We All Bleed the Same Colour
Bearing more than witness to the polarity of our humanity is dear Mozambique. For it was through enduring the worst of it he was to find the best of it. And therein sanctuary.
Born into an industry that viewed him as a commodity, the individual he was, had, by design, become forgotten. Separated from his mother, either through her death or misadventure, the young and vulnerable lamb had struggled and struggled.
Until he could do so no more.
Yet he remained unseen until the day he was.
Unable to physically flee the “predator” who came for him, this did not stop his mental anguish. However, once surrendered into our care and a new future became clear for him, he began to nestle into it.
With his sucking reflex no more but his bodily need for milk still present, this essential nutrient was gently and expertly syringed into his wee mouth.
His ready acceptance of this told us it tasted good.
Drinking up his milk and the human kindness that came with it, little Mozambique is growing stronger and more confident by the day. Whilst bony still is his body, so much so the wind can easily topple it, he is one tough little nut that an unjust system has been unable to crack.
Whilst Mozambique’s circumstance sheds light on how poorly protected his kind are, we would do well to understand that this is only made possible by little-known Codes of Practice. These codes circumvent our better-known Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Act.
Legislation and outdated ways of thinking have repeatedly shown they cannot protect farmed animals from harm; only our personal choices can.
For a sentient being is a sentient being, regardless of form, and whilst unexamined thoughts make it easy to treat some animals differently from others, they, just like us, all bleed the same colour.
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.