There’s a Starman
There’s a Starman in our little brood of rescued Silkie roosters. And although we know he’d like to come and meet us, his little side-steps tell us perhaps that time is not just yet.
Strutting up to us almost teasingly, he quickly retreats. Scooting his featherweight body to the other side of the yard. He does this so swiftly; his little head misses the memo and getting left behind. The sudden halt then of those craggy five-toed feet of his sees it feverishly overtake him, only to recoil back to its rightful place. His zany tufted head feathers getting madly confused in the cacophony of it all.
We try but fail, to hide our wry smile, as we do not wish to mock him. But oh my, he’s so darn cute when he does this.
His curiosity gets the better of him, so he adds a dash of pint-sized Silkie bravado and cha-chas back into view.
And it is a glorious dance of his, one of hopes and dreams fulfilled.
For how long little Starman wondered whether such a sense of wanton abandon would ever be his, we’ll never know. However, it is something we can thank our lucky stars we will only ever have to imagine.
They say you cannot miss what you never had. However, we do not believe this to be true. For over and over we have seen animals who have never known soil, fresh air, sunlight, and even human kindness, take to them like they are the most natural things in the world to them.
Knowing exactly what to do.
It is now day 22 since the first Silkie rooster from Operation Mini was liberated from that hellhole of despair, and each and every one of them has presented these joyful birds with new and exciting possibilities. And we are not sure whether it is they or us who has had the greatest joy in their exploration of these.
The contrast of that once stinking, in every sense of the word, barren life, to the one that now rolls out each day for little Starman and his fellow silkie feathered wonders, really is the stuff epic novels are made of – their lives reclaimed as their liberty is now finally their own.
Salvation, redemption, hope, watermelon – this story has the lot. That what started out as a wild and crazy plan to rescue a 100 or so roosters has culminated in no one being left behind, proves that dreams really are possible if we have the power to believe in them.
And just as Starman, a vulnerable little being, fought for his life as he was lifted gently from his cage, he reminds us that there is a little Starman in us all because we all fight for what we love.
So love wildly, live curiously, and above all else, let the Silkies boogie…
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.