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When I was in grade one my teacher’s name was Miss Fit, no that’s not a joke. In fact it took me some years to realise the irony despite my dad always interjecting with the words ‘is she?’ whenever I mentioned her name.
The year was 1975 and the scene was the Victorian Football League Grand Final between Hawthorn and North Melbourne.
If you had asked me a little over ten years ago where I would be today, I strongly doubt I would have said, ‘Rescuing and caring for farm animals and spreading a message of kindness with the world.’
Just ten short years ago something happened in my life, something that would change everything. That something was not so much a some thing as it was a some one. That someone was a gentle pig I came to love and adore and whom I named Edgar Alan Pig.
With Australia recently ‘celebrating’ International Dairy week, the largest international dairy cattle sale and show in the southern hemisphere, many could be forgiven for thinking the dairy industry a benign and modest trade, simply responsible for passing on the ‘product’ from its ever-obliging and happy cows.
Our recent rescue of 752 battery hens is now one month on and when watching these girls at dusk, I cannot help but be taken back to my nautical days of navigating the ‘treacherous’ waters of the children’s beach at Long Jetty in NSW.
In 2003, a creature came into my life and he tugged both on my heart strings and on his lead like no other.
Behind Humphrey’s sad sunken old eyes lies a gentle goat, perhaps even a friendly goat if given half the chance.
He loved going for walks on a lead, answered to his name and loved belly rubs. He would patiently listen to me for hours on end, never interrupting save the gentle rub of his nose against my leg. He was my muse, my confidant, my best friend.
There was nothing special about Somerset County. It was a deeply ordinary place. No astonishing thing ever happened there.
As you could well imagine I have been keeping the company of chickens rather a lot lately. Bearing witness to the transformation from frightened and featherless battery hen to confident and freedom loving fowl has been truly uplifting, and much needed after the five dark days spent on their liberation.
Romeo knew his name and loved going for walks with me around the farm. He loved scratches under his chin and falling asleep with his head on my arm.
