Edgar's Mission Blog

Some Days came to us as a three-day-old Jersey calf. A sweet, doe-eyed beauty born into the dairy industry with a partially formed front leg that could neither serve her nor safely remain.

This morning, an artist left our world. His name was Rembrandt. And although he never held a brush, he coloured our days in ways we are only now beginning to understand.

It was a bitter winter’s day when Heather first arrived at Edgar’s Mission, and one of winter’s finest when she left. Which seems only fitting, for somewhere between those two days our Heather became magnificently, unmistakably herself.

There is a word for what happens when something can no longer hold itself towards the light. It wilts. And once, a very long time ago, Blossom did.

From 1–7 October, Be Kind to Animals Week invites us all to think about the animals with whom we share our lives and our world, while World Animal Day on 4 October brings people across the globe together in a shared vision for a kinder world for animals. 

Many years ago, someone asked me a simple question. “Why do dogs bark?”

On Tuesday, I stood within the grandeur of Government House in Melbourne for the investiture at which I received my Medal of the Order of Australia. And while I was in awe of the architecture, moved by the occasion and feeling a tad out of place in my fancy clothes, there was, strangely, a sense of belonging too.

A Tribute to a Pony-Loving Goat Named Herb

There was something about the way Verity looked at me. She would tilt her head ever so slightly to one side, fix those gentle eyes upon mine, and hold them there with a knowing that seemed almost impossible to explain.

Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

Twinkle Dot did not exactly burst into the world. Born in February of 2025, one of eight tiny piglets to rescued mumma Petunia, he was the smallest.

This morning, I was reminded that the measure of a living being is not found in whether we have named them, understood them or even noticed them.