Meet Tal Ronnen. Now you may think that is a mouthful of a name for a goose but Tal Ronnen, (Tally for short), is so named after the world famous chef Tal Ronnen. The human Tal Ronnen is also better known as the ‘The Conscious Cook’, for this connoisseur of cuisine believes that the only place for animals is in our heart and not in the kitchen. Something we firmly believe our Tally would honk in delight to. But sadly of late Tally, the magnificent white Enbdem goose had little to honk about having lost his home after being dumped along with his buddy (by thoughtless humans) on a public wetland in an outer Melbourne suburb. Local residents were quickly drawn to the plight of the hapless duo, with fears rising due to the disappearance of Tally’s friend and a suspicious pile of white feathers pointing the finger or rather wing at local foxes.
And don’t all pigs just love to do that! Although sadly, we seriously doubt digging would have been possible for dear little Delores had she not managed to flee her previous home and wind up in the backyard of an outer suburb’s home recently. You see Delores is a ‘large white’ breed of pig, the breed commonly found within factory farms. And, for the most part, digging along with satisfying all of their natural behaviours is but an impossible dream for these hapless creatures. However whilst spending her due time in the lock up at the local animal shelter, Dolores managed to endear herself to one of the caring attendants. With no one coming forth to claim poor Delores her lot was not looking good until the call to Edgar’s Mission was made. Continue reading
Edgar’s Mission immortalised in Federation Square’s Federation Story. Read the full article here.
Mick Jagger, the rock icon defined by his cheeky boyish grin, mop of messy brown hair and his ‘Start Me Up’ voluptuous tongue, renowned for ecstatically taking on a life of its own, is not unlike our very own Mick Jagger. Both share the wild fired tongue, devilish good looks and just love to puff out their chest and strut their stuff, except for one stark difference – our Mick Jagger is a goat! And sadly for our Mick, his audience to date has been quite unkind to him. Not only has he lost the sight in his left eye due to a callous attack by louts armed with a stick, another incident saw the hapless Mick ‘Tumbling like a Dice’ as he was knocked to the ground, not by adoring fans but by brutish thugs who delighted in pulling his tail. It comes then as no surprise that our Mick arrived as a Beast with quite a Burden in the form of some rather erratic tongue waging and foot stomping behaviour. And you could clearly hear him bleating ‘Gimme Shelter’ as prayed for his tormentors to ‘Get Off Of My Cloud’. Continue reading
As Victorians and South Australians prepare to hanker down for some pretty wild weather this weekend, we send a special plea to farmers to please, please check their sheep. In particular, those with ewes who have lambed or are about to lamb, please check your stock. All too often now we are hearing reports from members of the public who are most distressed to see dead and dying lambs in paddocks along with emaciated stock. And as is the case with our most recently rescued little lamb, Peter Pan, members of the public are being called upon to assist lost, abandoned and orphaned lambs. Continue reading
Have you ever met someone with a personality so special, so perfect that you just wanted to be like them? We have. Her name was Mrs Peaches. Well actually it was just Peaches when we first met her. She was one of 46 little piglets who were thrown a lifeline, leaving the factory farm in which they had been born to play Wilbur in the movie Charlotte’s Web. At the movie’s end, Paramount Pictures enlisted the help of Animals Australia to find homes for their stars. Peaches found a home but it wasn’t ours, however after some years due to what was considered a life-threatening condition, her future appeared to be looking bleak and our assistance was sought. Realising that if Peaches was to pull through she was going to need some pretty special TLC along with expert veterinary care, something that Edgar’s Mission could provide, and so we readily agreed to take Peaches into our care.
And so, yet another lifeline was thrown to this most affable pig. However, a certain very special ginger rabbit named Peaches already called Edgar’s Mission home and knowing how smart both rabbits and pigs are, we decided to prefix Peaches the pig’s name with ‘Mrs’ to avoid any confusion. Mrs Peaches impressed us from the very first moment we met her, a more personable pig would be hard to find and she quickly found a special place in the hearts of many, including Marieke Hardy. Marieke was required for a photo shoot, along with some pigs, so naturally Edgar’s Mission was the decided location. Continue reading
People often ask how we come up with the names for our animal friends. The short answer is we don’t- the animals provide us with them. It may have something to do with the way they look, the circumstances in which they were found, their cute little quirks or even the person who found them. But for sheep like the distinguished Sedgwick, well he takes his name from the town he once called home. While we doubt he likes to be reminded of his past, as a once loved little bottle reared lamb who morphed into a testosterone-charged ram and quickly fell out of favour, we feel a sheep of distinction deserves a name equally so. Continue reading
Well, maybe not quite but he could well have been forced to navigate treacherous waters had he not been found recently on a wet and stormy Winter’s night. Following not only her ears but also her heart to the sound of a baby’s cry, a property owner stumbled upon a sight that would be enough to break even the hardest of hearts. Six baby lambs, all less than a week old, had been left to fend for themselves in the cold Victorian winter; their newly shorn mothers, together with their life-sustaining milk having been moved on some time earlier that day.
After contacting the farmer and being advised that the lambs were of no interest to him, the property owner did what any kind-hearted person would do and lovingly bundled the woolly babies up and took them into the warmth of her home. With the capacity to provide love and care to two of the now-orphaned lambs, a phone call to Edgar’s Mission was then made to secure the future of the remaining four. And so, as we put our thoughts of an early night on the backburner, armed with warm baby-sized coats and bottles of formula, we fired up the Rescue Van and were off on a mission of kindness.
Today marks the birthdate of Elwyn Brooks White, better known as E.B. White. White was born in 1899 and sadly passed away in 1986. He was the author of several children’s books including one that is very close to our hearts here at Edgar’s Mission – Charlotte’s Web. Charlotte’s Web is the classic tale of loyalty, trust and sacrifice and cherished by children and the young at heart around the world. Charlotte’s Web went on to become a successful movie created by Paramount Pictures and threw a life line to 46 factory farmed piglets and an amazing sow we came to know and love called Alice.
Jacques Deval, French playwright and director was once quoted as saying, ‘God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.’ To which we would like to add, ‘Edgar’s Mission too loved the birds and gently lifted them, one by one from those cages.’ Continue reading
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. To be honest I thought Miss Fit was anything but a joke. She was beautiful and everything I wanted to be when I grew up. Her meticulously coiffured hair that gave her an extra 18 inches in height, made complete and concrete (able to survive unblemished from a force twelve hurricane) by many cans of lacquered hair spray that I know now responsible for the initial hole in the ozone layer, was something that I eagerly aspired to have and was the sole reason I grew my hair long. Her flawless pan stick makeup, pale pink lipstick and extra-long eye lashes that somehow managed to curl upwards defying the copious amounts of mascara placed upon them, (can eyelashes develop muscles?) Miss Fit was the first authoritarian figure in my life; I saw her as unquestionably wise and could never imagine her as anything other than a teacher. So much so that I thought at the end of the day she had no other life and never did the things us normal folk did, simply retreating into a cocoon of existence only to emerge the next day to teach her grade one charges again. Continue reading
Earlier this evening as we prepared for dinner, we heard a call for help coming from the driveway. With thoughts of filling our stomachs placed on the backburner, we saw a Good Samaritan bearing a tiny baby goat in their arms, begging us to help as they began to relay their story. It seems the little kid we quickly christened Miss-Chief (as we know that before too long this is what she will be getting up to at Edgar’s Mission) was seen falling from a trailer, before fleeing across the roadway. Following not only the tiny baby but also their heart, the Good Samaritan set off in chase of the tiny baby before wrapping loving arms around her. A conversation followed with the occupants of the truck who had no interest in their spent cargo, which then saw little Miss Chief thrown the greatest life line ever as the vehicle continued its journey to the slaughterhouse. With this image in our minds, we could well imagine Miss-Chief’s terrified mother gently pushing her baby through the bars of the vehicle with a reassuring bleat of, ‘Run, baby run, and don’t look back.’ Continue reading
Boy, was today exciting! The Lady in the Hat got me up very early as she said we had a really really important day ahead. Even though I was still a little sleepy, I welcomed my warm bottle of milk and was very chuffed when I was told I would be wearing Polly Pig’s special pink going-out jacket. In case you didn’t know, it is freezing out there on these chilly mornings. The Lady in the Hat said today I was going to become an ambassador as she let me jump into the car and settle myself down. I am still not sure what an ambassador means but I got lots and lots of cuddles, everyone told me how cute I was and I cannot tell you how many people took my photograph (naturally I couldn’t resist, even sticking my tongue out in some of them). Continue reading
We wish to thank Giaan Rooney and Channel 7 who featured Edgar’s Mission on the 6pm news to help raise much needed funds for our Farm Appeal!
If you missed the story you can watch the video here, or read the article here.
July 4th 2012, will forever stand as the initial Chicken Independence Day here at Edgar’s Mission, for it was the day we began our first Chicken Run – Australia’s largest ever farmed animal rescue, in which 1500 battery hens were saved from slaughter and were provided the opportunity to have a life worth living. Little did we know, on that day 12 months ago, that our actions would inspire the change of heart of more than one battery hen farmer and would initiate a wave of kindness that has seen Edgar’s Mission give over 4000 battery hens a second chance and has seen us empty over one thousand tiny wire cages that will never again be filled.
And so today, as we commemorate our Chicken Independence Day, we not only invite you to share with us the stories of just some of the precious souls who have touched our hearts, we also invite you to join us on our journey in creating a kind and just world for all. A kind of world in which no hen is ever again confined and where all chickens are able to stretch their wings, scratch in the soil and dustbathe until their heart is content. A kind of world in which every day is Chicken Independence Day.
Calling a duck who has cheated death anything other than Lucky may seem a tad strange to some. But once you meet this plucky little girl, who staved off an attack by crows until a kindly jogger came upon her, we’re sure you will agree that Candy is far more appropriate indeed! So Candy by name and Candy by nature, is the now one eyed (a legacy of the crow altercation) Muscovy female duck who has found the wadding ponds of Edgar’s Mission much to her liking. Continue reading
Its Competition Time again!! For your chance to win an Edgar’s Mission prize simply leave a comment with a funny caption or email us. How did Sweet Pea’s dinner land on her back? Winner announced in July Trottings! Goodluck!