“If we could live happy and healthy lives without harming others… why wouldn’t we?”
As we round out Be Kind to Animals Week for yet another year we wanted to share with you this album of truly special moments. Some of these images may make you laugh. Some may make you smile. Some may even bring a tear to your eye. Yet each of the photos before you tells a story. They tell a story of lives, both human and animal, who have been touched by kindness. These photos tell the story of why we do the work we do.
Leaving no stone unturned to get animals like Hip Hop Bob and our most recent arrival Lucille Lamb back on their feet. The promise of a life worth living for all of our animals residents is what drives us to do the work we do. And to all those who make this possible, our unending thanks goes out to you. Continue reading
Leading the way to a kinder world for a little lamb named Lambini was a local wildlife carer who rescued the abandoned lamb in the nick of time. Entering our care suffering pneumonia that left him scarily gasping for air, it was clear the emaciated older lamb had been struggling to survive for some time. With the required care and medication on board, along with much-needed nutritious formula, Lambini quickly rallied and was soon keeping good company alongside our 2018 Lamb Clan. Continue reading
These are the words we whispered to dear little Sparkelini, a tiny orphaned lamb who came our way via a kind-hearted Samaritan. Found abandoned and alone, huddled up close to a tree for protection, dear Sparkelini had already experienced more hardship than a few day old lamb ever should. But to add insult to injury (or perhaps to add injury to abandonment) the defenceless orphan’s eye had also been pecked at by a crow, leaving a bloody and painful mess in its place.
It’s Be Kind to Animals Week and this year, Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary is celebrating with the theme, ‘Everyday Kindness.’
Marking the 8th year since its inception, Be Kind to Animals Week was established in Australia by Edgar’s Mission, a not for profit sanctuary for farmed animals, as an opportunity for people from all walks of life to bring a little more kindness into the world. Continue reading
What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes…
Hungarian-born American magician and illusionist Harry Houdini stunned audiences time and again with his uncanny escape abilities. Causing many who witnessed to hold their breath in anticipation during his often dangerous acts, Houdini utilised his great physical strength and agility to perform exhilarating feats of extrication from shackles, ropes and handcuffs, from locked containers and even underwater.
We’ve all heard the idiom, ‘When pigs fly,’ a figure of speech used to portray the impossibility of a task or situation at hand. And apart from pictures on the internet of pigs paddling about in sunny tropical seas or the lolling about of our own porcine residents in their beloved wallows, the idea of a pig swimming, really properly doing her own doggy (or piggy) paddle is almost just as unlikely.
Today is World Gratitude Day and we here at Edgar’s Mission wanted to take a moment to tell you about something we’re most grateful for. Actually, it is not a something but rather a someone. That someone is you.
If you’re a goat who finds himself alone in a country town, the prospects of living a long and happy life are not all that great. And if you’re a goat who finds himself alone in a country town with a horrific injury to top it off, your chances at a long and happy life just got even slimmer.
Fortunately for Tripod, a cheeky young crossbreed boy, he hadn’t read the rulebook on what it means to be a goat and so it was from a rural pound that he found sanctuary at Edgar’s Mission. It seems too that Tripod also didn’t read the veterinary textbook on the fate a significant laceration and fracture injury should afford a young goat and so it came as an incredible shock to discover the tissue of Tripod’s hind right leg was almost completely without sensation. With a veterinary examination immediately booked, it was ascertained that Tripod’s injury had occurred at least 6 months prior, with a laceration or constriction cutting off almost all the circulation to his leg and the subsequent effects of this rendering the limb unsalvageable.
The phenomenon that is Women of Letters said a poignant goodbye at the Melbourne Writers Festival last week with the aptly themed show, “Love Always.” And as we acknowledge the end of an era with the brainchild of Marieke Hardy and Michaela McGuire that reignited the lost art of letter writing coming to an end, thank you will never come close enough to expressing the gratitude all of us here at Edgar’s Mission have for this incredible show. Many may not be aware that Women of Letter was not only a literary sensation but one of incredible kindness and selflessness, donating proceeds from all shows to Edgar’s Mission over the years. Women of Letters is a true testament to the power of kindness and a celebration of what can be achieved when we follow our hearts. Women of Letters, thank you for everything.
Here come the hoofsteps of a little Tom cat. Well, a lamb named Tom and one who found sanctuary in the nick of time. You may recall dear Kitty and Cat, two elderly Damara ewes who came our way some months ago via a rural council pound. Wary of humans and quick to flee from sight, it was with gentle kindness we offered the words, “Don’t be afraid; we’re taking you home.”
The waiting is the hardest part. Waiting in the deafening silence for the vet to return with the green needle that will set you free on your final journey. Waiting, staying strong, looking into your beautiful “Who me?” face and seeing yet more beauty that had eluded me. My mind treks back to the day I first met you, sitting on the floor on the barn where you had been placed. An injury to your back robbed you of the ability to move your hind legs, but not your ability to live or be loved. Your “Who me?” face darted left and right, then back again, commanding us, your now-loyal servants, to do everything in our power and your might to get you mobile once again. And that we did, with almost 100% success, no doubt spurred on by your dogged determination to live life to the full. No one told you that you were a food production animal and that your worth would only be the sum of your parts. If they did, I know you would have looked at them with your “Who me?” face and said “Bullocks!”
The Edgar’s Mission Flock has moved to a new paddock! Check out this aerial view of their move below.
Whilst I am not sure exactly when this diary started, I do know the first tear-stained page was etched in a commercial pig farm that should belong to a bygone era. But sadly, it and others like it do not. Here gentle sows like Princess never have a name, let alone a reason to live. Their existence is in a world allergic to compassion, kindness and even a straw bed. Their beautiful bodies and curious minds are reduced to mere productions units, producing 2.2 litters of piglets a year. Their pitiful lives are measured by output not opportunities. Yet somehow, between this servitude and her salvation, Princess and three of her buddies wound up in the middle of a state forest and herein turned a brave new page of the Princess Diaries.
On 22 July 2018 the plight of a critically injured sow met with the path of kindness. There she lay, bloodied and bleeding, her exhausted and emaciated body barely finding the strength to heave out her next breath. In what would seem like her darkest of hours, Princess was to find her north star in the form of a kind-hearted four wheel drive enthusiast who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. Desperate, confused and devoid of phone reception, the kind heart elected to wait it out until another car came along, hoping beyond hope it would be piloted by another equally kind heart. As Princess lay stoic and motionless, save the blood still spurting from her wound, she accepted her lot as a young piglet came into view and refused to leave her side. Continue reading
“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.” ― William Shakespeare
One of our greatest joys here at Edgar’s Mission is witnessing friendships bloom in the most unlikely of places. Longterm resident Duffy welcomed the recently-arrived Tripod with open arms… Well with open hooves and gentle, playful headbutts. We are certain his bond with Duffy will help Tripod through upcoming surgery to remove a portion of the hind limb that was badly injured prior to entering our care. In turn, cheeky Tripod has well and truly brought the once-shy Duffy out of his shell and we find ourselves yet again grateful to the powers of kindness and circumstance that allowed this special friendship to grow.
“If we could live happy and healthy lives without harming others… why wouldn’t we?”
Joining the Dots under the watchful eye of Dobbin goat last month were students from Catholic Regional College who visited Edgar’s Mission as part of their studies. Meeting the animal residents, listening to a thought-provoking talk by Founder and Director Pam Ahern and being empowered to question all information presented to them, many students went away with a newfound appreciation of the animals with whom they share the world. Meeting and hearing the stories of our animal residents, witnessing the love and care they receive and even how to befriend a pig were all highlights of the students’ day. And certainly, the promise of a kinder future for all of us cannot be underestimated as the greatest positive of them all.
If you would like to learn more about our Humane Education program or book an incursion or excursion for your school, please click here.
Wayne Dyer was realistic, he expected them. Jean De La Bruyere told us they grow out of difficult times. And American author Willa Cather believed great love provided the perfect environment in which for them to flourish. They, of course, are miracles and we here at Edgar’s Mission have been fortunate enough to witness our own recently in the form of one very special, determined and oh so loved pig named Hip Hop Bob.
If you have been following Hip Hop’s recent journey to recover from emergency spinal surgery, you will know that no stone has been left unturned to get this brave girl back on her feet. And indeed, just like the beloved Babe in the movie of the same name, Hip Hop has already rewritten many new chapters in the story of what many believe it means to be a pig. We’ve witnessed Hip Hop patiently awaiting her CT scan on the day her injury was first detected, the bond shared with her favourite human pulling her through those post-operative ups and downs, keeping her spirits high with her favourite David Attenborough documentaries playing on what is now affectionately known as ‘Hip Hop’s iPad’ as well as winning hearts and quite possibly changing minds worldwide along the way. Continue reading
And it was ‘away’ with a problematic horn recently for our dear angora goat, Silver. Whilst we are now able to breathe a sigh of relief and appreciate the unique now unicorn-like appearance of our dear friend, it has certainly been a precarious road to recovery for Silver.
Silver has been on the receiving end of a plethora of treatments after a traumatic injury to his horn refused to heal. Despite intensive and regular veterinary treatment and medications, it became clear the damaged horn was not responding and was undoubtedly painful for Silver. In addition to this, due to his ongoing care and treatment needs, Silver was unable to venture out with his friends in our main pastures to lead a life all goats deserve. A life worth living is what we promise to each and every animal who passes through our farm gates and so, it was with nervous anticipation that Silver went under the knife to have his horn and the surrounding infected tissue surgically removed.
It’s been just over a month since dear Princess and her three porcine companions found Heaven in a Haystack here at Edgar’s Mission. After serving out their initial quarantine period and enjoying some much-needed nourishment to address severe emaciation, Sadie, Toni and Gizmo have all now ventured out into one of our main pastures to root in the ground, build comfy straw nests and breathe in the cool, fresh air as all pigs should.
However, after arriving into our care with an undoubtedly painful avulsion injury to one of her hind claws, dear Princess has been on the receiving end of some additional TLC to ensure she is soon able to join her friends in Piggy Paradise. Just how Princess came to be lying on the side of a country road, surrounded by forest, bearing such a traumatic injury still remains to be seen. And her emaciated, parasite-infested state upon her arrival, combined with pressure sores that tell the tale of a life best forgotten give us reason to believe her initial lack of trust in our species was indeed warranted. Continue reading
Tortellini is a ring-shaped pasta, often referred to as “belly button” due to its navel shape. Tortellini is also the name of a little lamb whose moist umbilical cord told of her vulnerability. She was found in a field littered with the carcasses of other less-fortunate lambs, lambs for whom kindness never came, not even from the shepherd charged with their care. Wrapped in a warm blanket and kindness, Tortellini’s umbilical cord was dabbed clean and clamped, as sweet and life-enhancing colostrum was prepared, as we offered our finest for this newborn lamb. Rewarding our efforts, life inched more and more into her near-frozen body, while her perilous situation caused us to ponder, “Whatever happened to the good shepherd?”*
*it has been reported that millions upon millions, 15 in fact, little lambs just like Tortellini never see out their first week of life, succumbing to starvation or hypothermia.
Eight is enough were the exact words we muttered as we clambered down the hill with a carry cage laden with hens. Eight being the exact number of hens to fill the carry cage and the exact number of hens who needed our assistance. Through a tragic chain of circumstances, these girls and their human carer found themselves in urgent need of assistance. Providing just that, the girls were ferried from their predicament and to our sanctuary where their necessary vet work was carried out, nourishing food delivered along with the tastiest of treats. Now bouncing back to good health the girls have all happily found new coops to call home sweet home.
On 22 July 2018, three abandoned sows and a piglet were found severely emaciated and riddled with parasites in a forest. Paving their way to kindness and our sanctuary were a wildlife rescuer and a four wheel drive enthusiast. Whilst their circumstance raises so many questions that remain unanswered, we do know they have now truly found heaven in a haystack.
Our heartfelt thanks as always to Manfred and Helen from Five Freedoms Animal Rescue and our new friend Anthony, who all serendipitously came upon the pigs on that fateful day, and whose actions ensured their safety.
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And together with our Five Dollar Friday community, we have well and truly changed the world for one exceptionally brave and fortunate goat, who we have aptly named Together. Having arrived into our care some months ago after experiencing an horrific dog attack, it has been a long road to recovery for Together. Daily management has seen us able to gradually heal many of Together’s injuries, which included one ear having been completely torn off, another partially removed, a fracture to the delicate bone surrounding her eye and multiple bite wounds, one of which came frighteningly close to claiming her vision. Yet there is one thing veterinary care, wound management and medications cannot treat and that is the healing of Together’s spirit. Continue reading
Or in Saturday’s case, they were made for wheelin’ and what a fine job they do! This week, our unending thanks go out to our Five Dollar Friday community for keeping Saturday rolling around the farm in comfort and style. You may know Saturday, the beloved sheep who came into our care some years back suffering congenital spasticity, which sees her unable to use her hind legs. However, these days, that doesn’t slow Saturday down one bit and a specially made cart sees this resilient girl exploring far and wide around the sanctuary each day. Making sure no stone is left unturned when it comes to keeping Saturday mobile and well, a special boot is fitted to her hind hoof each day to reduce the chances of damage if it were to drag along the ground.
I write this letter as much for you as I do for a much younger version of myself. It is a letter I would have found pivotal in informing my heart and mind as to the consequences of an almost everyday action of mine, which I never gave a second thought. The action I am referring to is eating eggs.
This letter is not to dissuade you from eating eggs nor to encourage you to eat eggs. It is to inform you, pure and simple—because the Australian public is not privy to the facts necessary to make an informed decision that aligns our ethics and our actions. You see, I truly believe the things we do, think and support, should be informed by our hearts and minds and not those of industries or others who stand to benefit. For me, I view eating eggs as not only to the detriment of animals but to our own moral integrity and health as well. However, on the latter, as I am neither a doctor nor dietitian, I will not elaborate; I will leave that up to your judgement to pursue. Continue reading
Over the three years Fanta has been with us here at Edgar’s Mission, the one thing she has taught us time and time again is to never, ever, stop trying!
Today we are brave because a little hen we came to know and love is no more. Despite her courage and bravery to fight on, multiple tumours that had wickedly coursed through her intestines and liver commanded us to say no more. But we will be brave because we know all too well that the condition she endured was not hers alone, but one that repeatedly claims the lives of so many hens purposely bred for exponential egg production – a predisposed malady our society must be made aware of. And so as we ask ourselves how now can we go on, we can because a little hen was brave too. How Now, you will be forever in our hearts, and never, ever forgotten.
Or so it seemed to Chicken Little, the barnyard crier in beloved children’s tale of the same name. Unaware of the fact it was indeed an acorn that had landed atop his head and not, as he perceived it, a piece of the sky, Chicken Little’s view of events went on to cause mass hysteria and the ending to this story (as well as the moral) varies, depending on the source.
Whilst this tale has been told time and again in an effort to impart lessons on awareness and critical thinking, it seems we have missed this lesson in some crucial areas, with our species’ entire relationship with the animals we farm for food and fibre being based largely upon our perception of them, or lack thereof. Continue reading
Why? Well he’s been busy celebrating all horses’ birthday here at Edgar’s Mission. As a means of standardising the age of a horse, August 1st was determined as a common birthdate for equines born in the Southern Hemisphere. This date was chosen because it coincides with the natural breeding season of the horse. Horses generally live for around 30 years, although the hardier, smaller pony breeds can look forward to a life span of 35 years.
So, as Billy Neigh celebrates ‘til his Achy Breaky Heart is content, we wish a very happy birthday to all horses from Team Edgar!
You can get to know Billy Neigh a little better here