Life Should Never be a Game of Chance
Chances are if you are a farmed animal, things are never going to end well for you. And for one little wee lamb, that dire fate was about to be fast-tracked as that infectiously wriggly little tail of his felt the sharp canines and menacing incisors of a predator.
Digging deep into the little guy’s flesh, the pain coursed with a vengeance he had never felt before, through every inch of his lamby being, causing him to wriggle and squirm. And doing so with just enough vigour to break free.
But not before much damage was done to his tail.
Arriving into our care and kindness, it was quickly determined that such an act had occurred on the first day of little Uno’s life. Generally, the policy here at Edgar’s Mission is, “If they come in with a tail, they go out with a tail.”
However, in the circumstance of Uno, so irreparably damaged and already necrotic was his tail that our only kind course of action was to see good its removal. Enough of a stump, though, shall be left to provide adequate protection from the sun to cover his vulnerable anal area.
With tail docking now so rightly banned for ethical and humane reasons for our canine friends – unless, of course, on welfare grounds – it is alas legally sanctioned for our ovine ones. Often by the most brutal and archaic of means. Whilst the excuses for this are many, the reason is one – convenience.
A convenience that comes from “managing” these selectively bred animals in such vast numbers that to provide them with the individual care and kindness they need is not humanly possible.
So our society legally mutilates these baby animals. So often without any pain relief or anaesthetic. With nothing to deaden their pain, it would seem the only thing that has been deadened is our compassion.
Whether little lambs or little puppies, both embody a sentient and sensitive being, and life for them should never be a game of chance.
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.