By the time the not-so-steady Eddie passed through our front gates, his condition was even more dire.
As if being separated from his mother was not bad enough for the tiny tri-coloured kid goat with the cheeky look in his eye, he had been dealt an even crueller blow. The “blow” left the wee lad with severe, debilitating and deteriorating mobility and balance issues.
With his rescuers stealing him from the clutches of a bitter night in open park lands that would have undoubtedly achieved its goal of death, Eddie’s road to recovery had only just begun. By the time the not-so-steady Eddie passed through our front gates, his condition was even more dire. He was only able to walk a few wonky steps before his hind legs gave out and Eddie would wobble to the ground. Racing to our medical chest and journals, we battled to get him through the night; with the tiny goat failing, it was a midnight dash to the vet to save him.
Ruling out condition after perplexing condition, it seems Steady Eddie is unable to synthesise thiamine in his already compromised little rumen. Thiamine is charged with assisting many of the body’s functions, including that of the nervous system and muscles. And so, his painful (for he and we) four times daily injections have begun. His blood-curdling screams spring forth in protest as the steely barbs pierce his delicate skin, we wince in response, wishing above all else we could take away his pain.
At the same time, we ponder just how abattoir workers can cope with such noises on a daily basis—unable to even placate their concerns with the knowledge they are acting in the animal’s best interests and that cuddles and good health will follow. Sadly, we reflect that this indeed causes their hearts to shut down—their only mechanism to survive in a sea of equally hopeless alternatives.
However, our persistence has been rewarded by Eddie’s tenacity. Hanging in there each day, he has gambolled into our hearts like no other and his happiness has become our shared goal. Whilst it is still too early for us to rejoice wholeheartedly, it is with guarded caution and the highest of hopes that we utter the words “steady as she goes, little mate”.
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.