Some days we wonder how we humans have arrived at where we are in our chequered relationship with animals. And then some days we realise that we can lament the past, accepting that we had no hand in that; our only hand lies in shaping the present.
The day little Some Days came into our world was one of the latter. Just days old, we learned of her plight: born into the dairy industry, things were never going to go well for her. It would have either been years of servitude, forced impregnation and separation from her much-loved babies, or a very short and loveless life, with a brutal and cruel end.
But for Some Days, a third option came onto the horizon.
She was born with a malformed front left leg. And although some may see her as a three-and-half-legged wee calf, we see her as so much more.
And luckily for her, so too did the kind heart who reached out and ensured her rescue.
Inspiration, we have found, doesn’t always come from the finest human minds, master thinkers or clever wordsmiths, but from the everyday actions of animals to soldier on and make the most of life, despite the hand life has dealt them, or the label we humans have placed upon them.
Some Days fits this bill. And then some.
So weak was Some Days when she came into care, her little sides had all caved in, as too had her spirit. And while she could barely stand, we could barely stand to think what would have become of her fate had kindness not intervened.
And when we attempted to offer her a bottle of much-needed, sweet and nourishing formula, her enthusiasm to grasp its goodness between her teeth contrasted with a body that could not.
Starfish-like she became as she slumped to the floor, her three-and-a-half legs all pointing in a different direction.
Both physically and emotionally we helped her to stand, and, supported by our body and good wishes, she was able to drink. A first feebly, but this soon gave way to feverish. And each time she has done so since, we are pleased to report it was not only her sides that became plumped.
Looking at the bright wee calf with the cute little white squiggle on her forehead, the one who stands cheekily before us today, her upper lip seductively curling and courting the bottle she spies coming her way, our love overflows. And we cannot but hear the whispers of our heart reminding us that in a world that is not always kind to animals, some days we can make it so.
After a night so long it almost forgot to end, we caught some sleep, grabbed a snack and headed on our well-worn track to the barn.
There was no doubt that Berlin’s world was crumbling the day he and his three buddies were surrendered into our care.
With a haunting sadness in their eyes, Gracelyn and Elvira entered our world. And we theirs, as they searched their newfound digs for somewhere to land their gaze.
Lost in a world far, far bigger than himself was little Bahama. But then kindness found him.
Little Kokomo may have been down on his luck the day he was born, finding himself way down in a pile of mirky mud.
Words could not convey our shock when we went to our carpark to collect the little lamb we would soon name Bermuda, who was surrendered into our care after having been found the day before.
More than likely destined for backyard slaughter, the young Cedric ran for his life. And did so for several days in the off-leash dog park to which he had retreated.
Friend or freezer? Without even meeting the colourful chap we have named Tom Cruise, we knew the only role he should ever fill was the first.
At just one day old, teeny tiny Trapper John was diminutive in size yet formidable in impact, and everybody was talking about him.