Life in a nutshell…
A curious, fun and gentle goat who invites us to consider just what life’s true meaning really is.
Meet Walnut, a sweet little goat of around one year of age who has recently come into our care and kindness.
Unlike many of the animals who pass through our sanctuary gates, little Walnut brings no fear of our kind with him, but rather a peaceful way of being that encourages us to do likewise.
He is a curious and fun-loving chap, with indeed a gentle side, and has quickly made friends with little Leprechaun – a once sad goat who had lost his way in the world and is slowly learning to find it through the courage and wisdom of trust.
Just now we spied the two giving an interesting take on their shade sail. For instead of sheltering under it, the two had gleefully determined that bouncing on top of it was the way to innovatively go. And doing so with all of the wanton abandon a couple of cheeky goats ever could.
The joy such sights bring to our hearts, although maybe not our maintenance crew, knowing that we have been able to facilitate these two buddies gambolling about without a care in the world, brings a great sense of meaning and purpose to our lives.
Whilst many may aspire to a life of wealth, luxury or significant importance, perhaps the true meaning, the far deeper meaning of life, lies in something that can never be bought, sold or exchanged, but rather it lies in being a kind person or goat.
For that, dear reader, we truly believe, is life in a nutshell.
After a night so long it almost forgot to end, we caught some sleep, grabbed a snack and headed on our well-worn track to the barn.
There was no doubt that Berlin’s world was crumbling the day he and his three buddies were surrendered into our care.
With a haunting sadness in their eyes, Gracelyn and Elvira entered our world. And we theirs, as they searched their newfound digs for somewhere to land their gaze.
Lost in a world far, far bigger than himself was little Bahama. But then kindness found him.
Little Kokomo may have been down on his luck the day he was born, finding himself way down in a pile of mirky mud.
Words could not convey our shock when we went to our carpark to collect the little lamb we would soon name Bermuda, who was surrendered into our care after having been found the day before.
More than likely destined for backyard slaughter, the young Cedric ran for his life. And did so for several days in the off-leash dog park to which he had retreated.
Friend or freezer? Without even meeting the colourful chap we have named Tom Cruise, we knew the only role he should ever fill was the first.
At just one day old, teeny tiny Trapper John was diminutive in size yet formidable in impact, and everybody was talking about him.