Returning home today after presenting at Warrnambool’s prestigious Culture, Creativity and Place II conference (some fours hours from Edgar’s Mission) it was an act of synchronicity that saw us in the best place to save these two sweet little lambs, Snuggle Pot and Cuddle Pie. While both have crippling disabilities, and a journey of a thousand wonky hoof steps lays ahead, they are in the best place they can be. It is both an honour and privilege to serve these innocent babies. We believe that when we extend our kindness and mercy to the most voiceless and vulnerable amongst us, we are truly finding our way home.
While out on duty earlier this week, a local animal control ranger was contacted in regards to a ewe who was experiencing a difficult birth. Sadly, the ewe did not make it, but a newborn lamb did. The bleak future that was on offer for this little babe was something this kind-hearted ranger refused to accept. Not long thereafter, “Ranger”, as he has been named, with his still-wet umbilical cord, was surrendered into our care and life-enhancing colostrum was delivered to his sweet little lips. And, reciprocating our kindness, Ranger was only too quick to offer us sweet kisses of appreciation.
So when next time you are out on the range, be like our dear Ranger and ensure kindness for animals is firmly on your horizon. Continue reading
You asked for it, so we are delivering! That’s right folks, back by your extremely popular request is our live streaming from Edgar’s Mission. Join us on our Facebook page at 11.00am, Australian Eastern Standard Time, everyday this week as we go live to show you just some of the baaing, mooing, bok boking and oinking from around the farm. See our live streams below: Continue reading
Trying to get Ink Blot, a tiny two-day-old lamb, to stand still is about as hard as finding enough hours in the day to catch up on housework. Curious and cute, hungry and happy, this little lamb simply won’t stand still for a minute. And why should she, because there is just so much to explore in her new-found world of kindness. She was delivered into our care only hours after her birth: she had been found cold and alone in a paddock, where she would have surely perished if not for the kind heart who came upon her. A plucky Suffolk-cross lamb, with a personality at odds with her diminutive size, she took no time to nestle into our hearts—however, sadly, not so to settle down to pose for a photograph.
Edgar’s Mission rockin’ Your DNA Creative Arts program – ‘Animal Lovers’ in Ringwood yesterday. These guys and gals were awesome!!
If you would like Edgar’s Mission Founder and Director, Pam Ahern, to deliver a thought provoking presentation to your workplace, school or community group, please email [email protected] or phone 0408 397 301. We are based in Lancefield, Central Victoria.
Camouflaging a frightened young ewe was not only two years’ worth of wool but also two years of human indifference. Ending up unloved and unkempt at an outer Melbourne Pound was Cammy. Continue reading
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She moves slowly, all the while graceful, and she makes our hearts dance. What else could we call the diminutive little lamb who recently waltzed into our lives in the arms of a wildlife carer, than Minuet?
Found by the side of her dead mother, a wee lamb such as she would have had no hope in this world of foxes, wicked weather and animal protection laws that say it is ok to leave such vulnerable creatures at the mercy of Mother Nature. But Minuet did have luck on her side, and that was all she needed to see her, none too soon, in the arms of a kind heart and quick-thinking mind. Continue reading
Rorschach was surrendered into our care after a kindly neighbour had observed the little lamb becoming increasingly slower and more listless by the day. Unable to watch him ail any further, an approach was made to the farmer responsible for his care. Deemed not worth the effort, Rorschach was soon Edgar’s Mission bound. Not knowing what to expect when the wee chap arrived, we quickly determined that one back leg was not all it should be. Unable to stand on this badly swollen limb, which was encased with much dried blood, scabs and mud, the now-sickly lamb was raced to veterinary care. Here the leg was shaven, and several old bite marks were revealed that were concealing a raging bone infection which was poisoning the young lamb’s entire system. Intravenous antibiotics set to work as the bewildered little lamb’s chances were south of 50%. But no one uttered a word of this to Rorschach, so he battled on, as did we.
Recently surrendered into our care is this little guy. So cold and almost frozen is he, that we have been unable to register a temperature. Shivering and shaking and without a sucking reflex, our only hope is to tube feed life enhancing and immune building colostrum, shower the wee one with warmth and kindness and wait…
Kid Rock’s story began deep in Central New South Wales where he, his mum and his flock were rounded from the grassy fields on which they had happily grazed. On this storm-filled day, they were loaded on to a livestock carrier that was to head south that afternoon. Loud noises, rough handling and unfamiliar smells swamped their world and all became agitated. With so many babies on board for the long haul that lay ahead, it was determined that the vulnerable youngsters would be placed on the lower deck. This decision was to prove calamitous for all of the animals involved. As wild winds, pouring rain and the excrement from the animals above filtered down on the terrified babies, they quickly became encased in cold, filth and fear. Enduring hours of such harshness was to take its toll in many ways, not the least of which was that upon arrival, confused mothers were unable to identify their own babies’ faces or once-familiar smells.
The Blue Fairy: You must learn to choose between right and wrong.
Pinocchio: Right and wrong? But how will I know?
Jiminy Cricket: [watching] How’ll he know!
The Blue Fairy: [to Pinocchio] Your conscience will tell you.
Pinocchio: What’s a conscience?
Jiminy Cricket: What’s a conscience! I’ll tell ya! A conscience is that still small voice that people won’t listen to. That’s just the trouble with the world today …
Pinocchio: Are you my conscience?
Jiminy Cricket: Who, me? Continue reading
Whilst I was only six years old when Jeannie C. Riley in 1968 belted out that chorus of a song, later made famous by the Hoodoo Gurus, called “The Generation Gap”, its catchy upbeat tempo never fails to get me bopping along. Another thing that gets me bopping very quickly along is the demanding yet pitiful “wah, wah, wah” bleats of newborn little lambs. And there has been no lamb more masterful of this craft than a tiny newborn who was recently surrendered into our care. Hearing his cries, we could think of no more fitting name for the sweet and chubby soprano lamb than “Wah”. Continue reading
Thursday August 18, saw twenty plus intrepid students from the Catholic Regional College in North Keilor trek north up the Calder Highway to Edgar’s Mission. What followed was a thought provoking day filled with questions, kindness and animal hugs. What more could an inquiring mind want! If you too would love an excursion to Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary please contact [email protected] to arrange a visit.
The first time I saw Max, I thought just two things and felt just one. The first thing I thought was, “Oh my; he is sooo big,” which quickly led to the second thing: “How am I going to get him into the horse float?!”.
You see, Max, a rather elderly boar (that’s an uncastrated male pig) was holed up at a country pound after he had been found wandering the streets of Castlemaine. Castlemaine, while once known as a gold rush town, is known today as the home of KR Castlemaine Pork Products, so it wasn’t really a good place for a pig to find his pot of gold. But no one told Max that, in fact, no one told Max too many things. Continue reading
Every month we shine the spotlight on a family who have chosen to bring new faces into their homes and hearts and adopt one or a few rescued animals. Read on to see how Mr Wizard, The Professor and Lady Penelope are going in their new forever home.
There is something special about older farmed animals. Perhaps it is the wisdom that sits behind their once bright and shiny eyes, or the fact they have simply made it to old age at all (something so few farmed animals ever do). Their creaky bodies, drooping ears and ragged appearance ensures they will never grace the pages of Vogue, but it does ensure they will nestle into a special reservoir we have in our hearts for their kind. The most recent one to do so is an elderly and stately ram we have given the unlikely name of “Who Loves You Daddy”. And if that doesn’t make you smile, his ruggedly handsome face will. Continue reading
Animal ambassadors, check. Inspirational speakers, check. Scrummy food, check. Fun activities, check. Something’s missing from our World Animal Day checklist – you! Edgar’s Mission needs you to fill our quota of amazing guests for World Animal Day on 2nd October, 2016. Continue reading
Little did we know nine years ago when a wee lamb gambolled into our lives he would go on to touch the hearts and change the minds of people around the globe. Happy Arrival Day Timmy, we are blessed to have you in our world.
On the 29th of August 1996, 67,488 sheep set sail from Australia to the Middle East as part of the live export trade aboard the cargo vessel the MV Uniceb. What followed is the world’s worst live export disaster as the ship caught fire and all 67, 488 tightly packed sheep perished, either burning to death or drowning. Having been abandoned by those charged with their care the hapless animals had no chance. Today, 20 years on, we join Compassion in World Farming’s #AnimalsAreNotFreight global day of action. Continue reading
Just after the filming of Charlotte’s Web, when the executive producer of the film, Bernie Williams, was celebrating the fact that all of the piglets made famous by the movie had found loving homes throughout Australia, he was struck by the fate of the sow who played the mother of Wilbur. What had become of her? Sent back to the factory farm from which she had come, and at the end of her productive life (around five years of age), her fate was grim. But Bernie would have none of that: “We’ve got to save her, we’ve got to go back to the farm and save that pig”. “That pig” found sanctuary at Edgar’s Mission, where she lived a long, happy and love-filled life under the name of Alice. Rescuing the gentle sow brought hope that dreams really can come true if you believe a kinder world for animals is possible.
That story came to mind just last week as I was in the veterinary clinic with little Harry. While little Harry, who had famously pulled through his surgery, was centre stage in everyone’s thoughts, I wondered about his dear mum, who was no doubt distraught about losing her baby. “We have to save her, too,” l thought—but would it even be possible and would she still recognise her baby after the long period of separation and all the new smells that had engulfed him?
What came next will truly touch your heart, as it did ours …
On Sunday 21 August, little Harry Lamb came into our lives. This week-old wee fellow presented us with a challenge like no other. Despite being pitifully thin, with his spine forming a sharp ridge running the length of his back, his belly was grossly and abnormally engorged. We had learned that the Victorian farmer who was charged with Harry and his mum’s care had noticed Harry wasn’t putting on weight as any healthy young lamb should, so Harry and his mum were shedded for extra feeding and to keep a firm eye on the two. On closer inspection—and due to Harry’s condition deteriorating, despite all the extra care—the problem became painfully obvious. Harry had been born without an anus; a condition that is known as atresia ani. It is a congenital condition where the membrane separating the rectum and anus fails to rupture. To put it simply, Harry had been unable to poop since birth, leading to a massive build-up of gas and faeces inside him. Crying out in excruciating pain was Harry when he was surrendered into our care. It was one of the most heart-wrenching sights we have ever witnessed. Continue reading
There can be known doubt little Harry captivates all who come into his realm. Watch this inspiring clip of Harry showing his appreciation to his rescuer and the amazing veterinary team who saved his life.
Heartstring warning: you’ll need tissues Continue reading
Drinking on his own is little Harry, and already telling us that he will do it his way. Second to Mother Nature we know the preferred delivery of life-enhancing formula is by bottle and teat, but Harry has decided that is not for him. Lapping from a bowl will do me just fine says he. And who are we to argue? Continue reading
It was a pretty rough night for little Harry as his condition has taken a bit of a dip. However, the brave little man has managed to stand on his own this morning. Giving us reasons for hope is his will to live and the amazing veterinary team who are giving him every chance to do so.
The last words I said to little Harry as he was whisked off for life-saving surgery were “come home soon little buddy; you mean the world to me.” And it would seem that Harry, the week old lamb born without an anus, is heeding them. Continue reading
As we awoke from a few hours of restless slumber this morning, a smile graced our collective faces as we heard the happy news that so too did little Harry. Making it through the night, the wee chap has proven he is indeed a fighter, having endured more than any creature his age ever should. Continue reading
9.32pm. We have just spoken with Harry’s attending surgeon who has advised the little fella has survived the extensive surgery. This surgery was to correct his congenital birth deformity of having no functioning anus. Whilst he is far from out of the woods and his condition remains critical he is no longer experiencing the agonising pain he was when he was surrendered into our care. He will remain on intravenous fluids and be monitored throughout the night. Although still fearfully weak, Harry is alive, much loved and thanks to you all has a fighting chance.
Right now as we type little Harry is undergoing lifesaving surgery without which, he will die. Born without a functioning anus, his condition is critical. Every year Edgar’s Mission offers sanctuary, hope, and kindness to farmed animals who would have otherwise had none. Without your support, there is no chance for a brighter future for these animals. If you believe little lambs like Harry deserve a fighting chance, please support our Medical Fighting Fund today.