With so much pain and hardship already delivered into their young lives, Switzerland and Mozambique have found sanctuary and a fast friendship.

The often-invoked cautionary phrase reminding us to temper our actions begins, “History will judge us…” But should the better metric of how we behave today not to be judged by the way future generations will look back upon us, but by how the recipients of our actions today are impacted by them?

I am not sure what called me to the field that day, but I am mighty glad it did. Accepting the invitation of its lush green softness, I settled myself down.

What if we humans are meant to be the helpers and the healers of this world, not the hurters and harmers we have become? What if the animals on this planet are not here for us, but with us?

Whilst the capacity to appreciate beauty may at times escape our busy minds, it never leaves our hearts. It is always there, just waiting for us to reconnect.

On moving to our forever home here in the picturesque Macedon Ranges, not only did we secure tenure over 153 peaceable acres, but we too inherited a shipping container.

To find out where it all started is like trying to unravel a ball of string. You turn the ball over and over and see lots of threads that lead this way and that, but just exactly where it begins is hard to locate, for you know it is deep within.

Numerous are the definitions of the word “motivate”; however a common theme runs through them all, which can be distilled down to this: motivate is something that inspires someone with a reason or desire to achieve something or behave in a certain way.

The year was 1972. The location: the outer limits of the school yard. Right where the demarcation line for grade five play met that of grade four, and it was here a deal went down that would be whispered about for many a year.

Around 4.40 pm on January 11th, 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.