Nestled into the side of his bloated dead mumma, little Tahiti was found. For how long the little guy had mourned her passing, we do not know, but his scrawny form and baggy skin told he could not have stayed that way for too much longer.
Surrendered into our care, he instantly nestled into our hearts as he feverishly latched on to his bottle. And although it was not the exact same as his mother’s goodness, it was the closest we could get.
And Tahiti said it would do as his body began to plump, spring-infused became his steps, and a little lambie twinkle slipped into his eyes.
Each night now, he cries less for the mumma he will never see again as he nestles amongst his new-found friends and way of living.
And as he does so, he prompts us to consider a new way of living for our kind as well. For few amongst us could look into a stall full of snuggled-up orphans and not wish for a kinder world for all.
With ethical thought hand in hand with our enhanced understanding of the emotional world of animals, especially little lambs, comes a moral imperative to re-examine our relationship with them.
It’s an idea that should not only nestle in our thoughts, but everyday actions as well.
Welcome, little Tahiti, welcome!
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.