Omne Trium Perfectum
Three Latin words scribed by one of humanity’s greatest thinkers, Aristotle, in the 4th Century BC that convey a universal philosophy, three is perfection.
Proving this to be fact are our three recent ovine arrivals, Princeton, Yale, and Columbia. So named after three great institutions of learning. And it is from these wise, sensitive, and charismatic animals we can learn much. None the least, “you are responsible for what (or whom) you have tamed”.
With their ancestry reaching back to the fertile crescent approximately 10,500 years ago it is found that sheep of today have descended from a dark-colored, long horned animal who more resembled a goat. Their hair covered coat being shed each year in winter, having after adapted in length according to the season.
From here selective breeding for traits of human desire has landed an animal who is less robust, often hornless (also referred to as polled), and one whose white fleece requires at least annual shearing to prevent issues of well-being.
Alas seeing sheep with such burdensome fleece is not something new, and something we are see more and more often these days. And in the case of the dashing Princeton, the “been-around-the-block-a-few-times” Yale, and sassy Columbia (yes, they are already telling us who they are), all hailing from diverse areas of the state, speaks to a wider issue of assuming our responsibility for who we have tamed.
Yet despite human tinkering in their lives, genetics, and even their family groups, sheep remain gentle beings. Ones who are willing to forgive our transgressions with an open heart.
Although truth be told this is often preceded by a good old stamp of the hoof. Something that readily conveys to us their lives are inherently precious, worth fighting for, as they are abundantly perfect 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.