All the Right Things…
Meet Opal, a wee little lamb who, although her condition remains critical and our hopes guarded, is doing all the right things.
Found days ago, almost frozen on the ground, Opal could well have been mistaken for a frost-covered rock.
But she was not.
For she moved just a bit. It was all she could muster in her long-weakened state. Fortuitous this was, as it was just enough for a kind heart to trace their gaze to her pitiful form. With the ripple effect then felt in this very heart, Opal was rushed to veterinary care, where shock treatment and revival procedures were immediately commenced.
With the thoughts, “She’s so tiny” and “She is so precious” vying in our minds, we quickly determined that her teeny skeletal frame was not a reflection of her age, but alas the living echo of Opal’s struggle to survive without her dear mumma’s love and sweet sustenance.
Stunted in growth, but not in spirit, she clearly was.
And so she soldiered on against adversity, uncomplainingly so, as all too many lambs sadly do.
Fearful that our shining new gem may not even make it through that first night, we held vigil with her. Stroking her gentle face as she melted into our hand, and telling her all would be well (our other hand behind our back bearing our crossed fingers), we held court with this humble being. Touched by her innocence and moved by her circumstance, we pledged to do everything in our, and veterinary science’s, power to make things right for Opal.
And in the days and nights that followed, little Opal has teetered and tottered right along with them. Her stomach was so prematurely changed that a true ruminant she now is. She was thus not able to digest the milk formula that would have otherwise sustained an infant such as she.
Nibbling now on the nourishment of sweet grass, hay, lamb pellets and (not to mention) our hearts too, we are pleased to report Opal is moving in the right direction. Albeit ever so slowly. For she carries with her not only the burden of her past, but the burden of her species. A burden that dictates her circumstance prevails across many a field in our country.
A great place to start to do this is through the simple act of changing the way we think about the animals labelled “farm”, “food” or “production”. Whilst this will not change the animal in any way, shape or form, it will most certainly change our relationship with them.
And it will change us as well.
It will change us to be more human and more humane. It will enable us, just like Opal who so readily took to us, to love without limits, to see beyond differences and find a commonality in all living beings. And in doing so, we too will be doing all the right things to unearth the best of our humanity.
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.