All that Glitters is Indeed Golden!
With no need for a Coco Chanel creation or Gucci accessory, our Paris and Nicky Hilton are glamorous girls. However, their circumstance of needing sanctuary was not.
Hatched at a research facility, kindness was their “get out of gaol” card that swept them and their buddy away to a loving home. Alas, a not-so-loving predator was to claim the life of the third sweet turkey. And, too, the confidence of the human charged with their care.
Arriving at sanctuary, still shaking off the last remnants of their ordeal, dear Paris and Nicky nestled down in a bed of golden straw within our barn.
And quickly found the catwalk to a golden place in our hearts.
They are imbued with their own sweet personalities and charm. Whilst our affections for them are driven by emotion, modern science and popular thought are only just beginning to break the ice on the rich emotional world of this much-maligned species.
And although not suffering the crippling genetics that make miserable the lives of their factory-farmed cousins, they too are outliers to the mercy of many, and our wanting animal protection legislation.
However, that can all change when one comes to the realisation that we cannot hold a reverence for life whilst excluding all its glorious and glittering, furred, fleeced, finned and feathered forms.
For their lives, too, are truly golden indeed.
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.