Far From Shrinking, Meet Violet.
Age has done nothing to detract from the dishevelled beauty before us that is Violet.
Although an emaciated form and an untreated flystruck wound say she has known little kindness, it does nothing to diminish her worth for receiving it. But taking a step back before sweet Violet entered our fold, she did not have a name, only a fast-shrinking future.
Turning both around we named her Violet as we blanketed her in our love, tended her injury and imagined her covered in the soft purple hues of enlightenment, hope, and spiritual fulfilment.
Her old-world name too conveys succinctly her splendour and grace and reminds the incredible power of nature.
And although still a little wary of our kindness, and despite the indifference she has endured, Violet is a gentle soul, with the courage to be curious, and she is a wise being who commands a second look.
Looking a second time at her, one cannot escape seeing a sheep who has miraculously evaded the fate of so many of her kind. Getting to live to a ripe old age, and now doing so with dignity and autonomy, more than informs us that although she is soft and sweet, she is far from shrinking.
And that all sheep, in this respect, are both sentient and sensitive, it is something we should never shrink away from.
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.