On this day….
On the 21st of November 2013 a tiny bundle of fur fell into our lives, we named this creature Jessica Kitten and we were smitten. Each day has been filled with love, laughter and much cardboard chewing (yes Jessica, not Pam has a cardboard fetish).
Whilst every day with this tabby, purring, oh so soft little waif has been a joy to behold, we perish the thought of what would have become of Jessica had she not taken a tumble down that chimney.
Did you know that female cats could have up to three litters of around six kittens each year? What is more staggering is that over the course of her breeding life a female cat (and her offspring) may be responsible for 420,000 kittens!!! For their sake, your sake and the sake of the environment please desexed your cat and remember adopt don’t shop.
Settling into his new home is Jimmy Barnes. After a dramatic rescue, Jimmy has moved to a lush paddock with friends wherever he turns. Read his story here.
“We will be friends until forever, just you wait and see.“ Winnie the Pooh
After a busy day of making new friends its goodnight from Winifred P Piglet (Winnie to my friends)!
“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet
“You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh”
Meet Winnie (short for Winifred P Piglet) our newest porcine pal. Today she not only squealed into our barn but our hearts as well. At first timid and scared, but it was only a short while before Winnie was flopping over for belly rubs and cuddles. Pigs are incredibly clean, social and intelligent animals. They dream, are able to recognize their own name (and will occasionally answer to it if the mood takes them), they like listening to music and they have an incredible sense of humour. If only more people took the time to get to know them they would know this and so much more.
Sleep tight dear Winnie for tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your wonderful life sweet girl. Continue reading
And meet Jimmy Barnes. A majestic multi colored goat is Jimmy; handsome, happy and free. Sadly though, this was not always his lot. This one time ‘working class goat’ had been ‘employed’ to keep blackberries at bay but with the clearing of the property Jimmy quickly found himself out of not only a job but a home as well. Soon the hapless goat began to roam new frontiers doing what goats do best. Alas, this was not welcomed by the local landowners and a shoot to kill order had been placed on dear Jimmy.
Seizing a short window of opportunity and our dear friend Manfred Zabinskas of Five Freedoms Animal Rescue we set in motion our plan.
Our life saving animal rescue work is only made possible because of your generous support. If you would like to ensure animals like Jimmy Barnes can indeed have a life worth singing about please sign up today to our Invest in Kindness Program because when it comes to caring for animals there ain’t no second prize.
1997 gave rise to many things; Hong Kong returned to Chinese rule, Tony Blair became Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Mike Tyson bit Evander Holyfield’s ear and the term ‘weblog’ was coined. The later quickly shortened to blog and described the ‘art’ of sharing ones life experiences and insights with the world in an informal or conversational style via the internet. Today literally millions and millions of blogs exist covering anything from personal diaries, how to manuals, business journals, critiques of food, fashion, fame and much more.
Accidently falling into ‘blogoshere’ has been not for profit sanctuary for rescued farmed animals, Edgar’s Mission. Sharing stories of the rescued farmed animals who have passed through their farm gates has stirred hearts and changed minds about these much-maligned creatures. Causing people to smile, cheer and even weep, all stories whilst different are linked by a welcomed theme of kindness. ‘Blogees’ have recently been taken on a whirlwind journey as the sanctuary moved lock stock and fence post to their new digs in the beautiful Macedon Ranges at Lancefield.
And it would seem that as the month passed by, our ‘rooster calls’ also continued on… and on… and on… And so, we introduce our latest feathered friend, Toblerone. Sweet, petite and another young boy who has made his way to us via an outer suburbs’ pound, Toblerone is yet another reminder of the ways in which our own species has failed his kind. However, Toblerone is now one of the few lucky ones and he, along with his gorgeous little gal pal Honeycomb, will life the sweetest life of all here at Edgar’s Mission. If only they could all be so lucky.
If there were ever a glossy magazine spread of Australia’s 100 Hottest Roosters, he would certainly top the list and with the way he works the camera, he is every paparazzo’s dream come true. He is dashingly handsome, he is a favourite among the ladies and boy oh boy can he wow a crowd! He is our Roo Jackman. With his thick glossy dark feathers and a set of sideburns to rival Wolverine himself, this pint sized action man is like no other. As he struts his stuff around our sanctuary on his imaginary red carpet, one and all fall victim to his charms. But this is no act by our Roo, for he, like many roosters, is a charming fellow indeed who only needed just one chance at life to hit the big time as the latest ‘leading man’ at our sanctuary. But sadly, this is one chance not afforded to many of his kind and Roo Jackman is here to spread the word that the story of a kinder world for roosters is not a silver screen fantasy but it is a reality for which we all are responsible. And this responsibility simply comes down to the daily choices each of us make. Are you ready to play your part? Lights, camera, Jackman! Continue reading
“Oh, she was such a good little layer!” These are the words we sadly hear time and again down the phone line when a caller asks us to take on their ‘beloved’ hens who no longer ‘earn their keep’ by laying their carer’s particular acceptable number of eggs. And we simply cannot tell you just how much our hearts ache to hear those words, whether from the hens’ carers or via a kind hearted pound worker to whom a similar story was relayed. You see, hens are far more than mere egg producing machines and the price some of their little bodies pay for this seemingly benign act can be enormous. For example, the lives of commercial laying hens are ended when they are only around 18 months of age, when they are no longer productive enough to yield a healthy profit, even though a hen can live for ten years or more if given the chance. And whilst a rare few of the 16 million laying hens in Australia are rescued and given the opportunity to lead long and happy lives (and yes, they may lay the odd egg) not all of them do. Such is the case with dear little Nessie and Bessie, who entered our sanctuary via an outer suburbs’ pound. They too may have been ‘good little layers’ once upon a time, however now dear Nessie’s body is now paying an enormous price for her ‘product’. You see, the Isa Brown, Hyline and Leghorn hens who commercially produce our eggs today are a far cry from their wild ancestor, the Asian Jungle Fowl. While the Jungle Fowl need only lay a handful of eggs each year to keep her species thriving, we humans in our wisdom (or lack thereof) have genetically ‘created’ a creature who now lays around 300 eggs per year. Even in her twilight years, a hen will lay far more eggs than nature ever intended and for this she does indeed pay an enormous price. Despite having only recently arrived, Little Nessie currently resides in our hospital ward, on antibiotics and pain relief after having over a kilogram of fluid (half her body weight) drained from her uterus. Nessie may once have been somebody’s “Good little layer,” however right now, when she needs them the most, that ‘somebody’ is nowhere to be seen.
There is far more to the humble hen than her eggs. She may be inquisitive or she may be shy, she will no doubt love to hang out with her friends in the sun and to bathe in the dust. If given the chance, she will bond with her human carer and may even follow that lucky person around with as much devotion as your beloved pet dog. That dear hen is just as individual as you or I and there can be no doubt that she most certainly wants to live. So please, we ask if you are considering welcoming a rescued laying hen into your home, ensure that it is her you are welcoming and not her eggs and please be prepared to truly provide her with a good life for all of her days. For there is so much more to her than simply an egg.
As the trailer door is lowered we were greeted by three sets of blinking eyes, curiously surveying us up and down then staring past to see what kind of world lie beyond. The bold, friendly and confident Casanova, the first to savour his new life, was quickly followed out by his doting Antoinette, a timidly confident and sweet girl. Yet it was Cleopatra who pulled at our heartstrings. Nervous of humans but not wanting to be left behind, it was in Casanova she did trust, gingerly darting past and following him to the stable that would be their safe haven for the next few days.
After a much needed, and no doubt welcomed, parasite treatment (the trio arrived bearing a hefty lice infestation) and thorough health check were completed, their quarantine period was served before too long. Casanova and his caprine harem were then acquainted with our goatee herd. Casanova, a Boer buck has no doubt been used as a breeding animal and with the popularity of goat meat on the rise in this country, it would be fair to say many of his progeny would not have found as happy a fate as he. Whilst time will tell if we are to hear the pitter patter of kid goatee hooves from his lady friends, they will most certainly be the end line, for our strict no breeding policy has been enforced. Yet for Casanova there will still be plenty of loves in his life for he has already found the great taste of wheetbix, the thrill of racing up the paddock hill as only a happy goat can and our exciting new goat mountain awaits. Continue reading
The Salinger siblings- they were the toast of the town, the family all drama fans were eager to watch at day’s end and in some, but not all ways, they lived a life many teenagers dreamed of. Is your memory of this 90’s hit drama a little fuzzy? Well, we can hardly blame you, with our own recollection of it murky at best. However, a more fitting name we could not find for our own Party of Five who too were perhaps once much-loved family favourites but had found themselves forgotten- entering our sanctuary by way of an outer suburb pound. And while television drama shows all have their use by date, our Party of Five feathered friends come with a reminder that when we welcome animals into our lives, we become responsible for them and their wellbeing for the remainder of their days. For we simply cannot change the channel when we decide we have had enough.
A sweet-faced, albeit timid little goat is Tiffany. By what circumstance she came to be abandoned and unloved we do not know. But what we do know is that she is welcoming of kindness and wheetbix, although not necessarily in that order.
Far from the dull ‘tin can eating’ automatons some people wrongly believe goats to be, they are indeed imbued with amazing and endearing personalities. Clever, funny, curious, some are bold and forthright, whilst others are great thinkers, and all variations in between. Goats have even been shown to be quick at problem solving, remembering the ability to do so even after several months. But for now the greatest problem dear Tiffany needs to solve is just whom of her many new buddies she wishes to have breakfast with. Oh, if only all goats could be so lucky….
Adorable, friendly, inquisitive and oh-so-cuddly is our new pal, Roger Rabbit. Making his way to our sanctuary from a rural council pound, this elderly lop eared little boy has certainly seen better days. Bearing the scars and hallmarks of many a fight gone past, it can be said that this boy’s path to safety has been anything but smooth. However, it is this gentle boy’s obvious delight in greeting us each day, in settling into our arms for a cuddle and in seeking out our affections that saddens us the most. You see, Roger Rabbit is a dear little man whose strong prey instincts have been dampened to some extent by his trust in humans and herein lies the problem, for it seems this dear little man has indeed been loved at some time in his past and now, in his twilight years, his former human companion is nowhere to be found and we cannot help but ask ourselves, “Who failed Roger Rabbit?” Rabbits are, by nature, prey animals and even domesticated breeds possess a flight instinct that is strong. With much love and gentle care, these largely misunderstood creatures can come to trust their human carers and, like Roger, may grow to seek out affection and even become a little cheeky. And while there is someone out there who perhaps felt there was no longer a place in their heart or their home for an ageing old, special needs bunny, to Roger we have made our solemn vow, “We will never fail you.” A loving sanctuary, a life worth living and all of the cuddles we can muster are all that await him forevermore.
Omg omg omg… Thank you so much to Bupa and to everyone who voted for us! Because of you not only will the Animal Lovers Blog Award be heading home with us but the People’s Choice Blog Award will be too!!! omg omg omg… Thank you!!!
It’s wonderful to see kindness for animals recognised at such a level! And remember a happier healthier world for all begins with you! Continue reading
And we give thanks to our kind supports for their kind donation to our ‘milk bottle appeal’. Thanks to your warm-hearted gesture our little lamb clan have plenty of bottles, special formula and immune enhancing probiotic to help guide them to a kinder world. And we are pleased to report they are flourishing, even little Sparky has cast off his terrible rattling chest. But the best news is the sextet are slowly giving away their fears and learning to trust our species.
Not only did the fine young decision makers of tomorrow at the Haileybury Early Learning Centre, their parents, teachers and friends raise over $3,000 dollars to help their favorite not for profit animal charity but they also amassed over 40 boxes of wheetbix for the residents as well!! Heading south to collect the spoils, personally thank the young ones and deliver a special message of kindness were Timmy and Pam.
Happy World Kindness Day from all of us at Edgar’s Mission!
“If we could live happy and healthy lives without harming others… why wouldn’t we?”
The epitome of showmanship; the glitz, the glamour, the pomp and ceremony, the colour – oh my the spectacular colour, the voice, the charisma. Yes that’s Liberace our new peacock and we love him so. But best of all so does Indira Peahen!
While disappointed fans lamented the no-show of the Rolling Stones last weekend at Hanging Rock, little did they know, just a stones throw away (pardon the pun), Mick Jagger was belting out tunes. Holding centre hay bale in a quiet paddock nestled in the heart of the Macedon Ranges, Jagger ‘kidded’ around with a few of his favourite fans. Top of the playlist were classic tunes such as I Goat The Blues, Jumpin’ Goat Flash, You Caprine Always Get What You Want, and Get Off Of My Tractor.
Now while this Mick Jagger may not have had the colourful reputation of his human namesake, his signature pouting lips, lapping tongue and wicked way with the ladies, earned him the title. Rescued some years ago by local animal charity, Edgar’s Mission, Mick Jagger’s life had certainly lacked any satisfaction.
“Poor Mick certainly had a tough time before we were alerted to his plight,” said Sanctuary Director, Pam Ahern. “He had been cruelly tormented and beaten about. One of the sad legacies of this abuse, is the loss of sight in his left eye, which was poked out by an uncaring human. It understandably took us quite some time to gain the poor fellow’s trust.”
Edgar’s Mission is famous not only for the exemplary care they afford all the animals in their fold, but the quirky names given to each resident. As Pam explains, “We name all our animals soon after their arrival. The names result from some notable personality trait, their circumstance or something to do with their rescue”. One thing is for sure, with over 350 happy animals currently at the sanctuary, these folk certainly do not have a ‘Heart of Stone!’ Continue reading
A couple silently enters a park; a small shoebox tucked under their arm, the only hint of looming trouble. Kneeling down beside the pond, their suspicious actions catch the gaze of shocked municipal worker as a tiny bundle of yellow feathers rolls out of their tightly gripped box. Without a word, they rise and leave whilst little Quacker Jack blinks at the suddenly big wide world around him. With luck and kindness on his side, the hapless ducking is soon abandoned no more as caring hands and a kind heart are quickly on the scene.
With strict animal protection laws in place that prohibit the dumping of animals, our society recognises the inherent cruelty of such senseless and irresponsible acts. Yet each year thousands of once loved family pets are lost or abandoned in our community. And sadly for poultry, in particular ducks, their plight goes unrecognised with many people naively believing a pond or wetland to be a great place to release these feathered wonders. At the mercy of neighourhood dogs, unkind humans and authorities who routinely round them up to be killed ‘least they breed’ with their wild cousins and lacking the street smarts and ability to survive on their own, for hapless individuals like Quacker Jack their life is usually anything but cracker jack.
Please be their voice- if you see an animal in trouble or someone acting suspiciously around them, speak out – contact the local ranger or police. If for no other reason than because it is the right thing to do. Continue reading
For 41 days Delilah called our sanctuary home. For 41 days this gentle calf, despite being blind, saw more than many of her kind ever will. Delilah touched our hearts, she enjoyed the smell of the grass, the taste of her milk and the warm touch of human kindness. For 41 days Delilah knew what it felt like to be loved. However, all of the love and kindness in the world cannot undo what Mother Nature has created and in her final days with us, Delilah’s body began to fail her. An emergency trip to our vet told us what our hearts feared, Delilah had a developmental abnormality that was seeing her skeletal system unable to keep up with the growth of her brain and vital organs; a condition that if left would slowly and painfully bring about her end. And so, on her 41st day at our sanctuary, we made the most difficult, yet most merciful decision we could and with heavy hearts and tear-stained cheeks, we said goodbye to our delightful Delilah.
Although 41 days with Delilah will never be enough, it was long enough for us to dream of watching her grow up and eventually grow old, in a rolling green field with windchimes on her shelter and a special friend just for her. We imagined lying alongside her in the warm summer’s sun, taking in the scents and the sounds of the world around us and rejoicing in the simple act of being alive. And we longed to introduce her to all who passed through our farm gates so they too could witness her beauty, appreciate her gentle, sweet nature and perhaps, just perhaps, through her they too would see a kinder world for us all. 41 days with Delilah both felt like a lifetime, yet no time at all, but it was long enough for her to capture our hearts and there she shall forever remain.
Dearest Delilah, for those 41 days, you knew life as it should be. And although 41 days will never be long enough, it is far better than never having known you at all. Delightful Delilah, we love you and we will never forget you. Because all life matters.
While many dogs’ life is a walk in the park, if you are a pig called Marley your life is anything but. We first met Marley (a friendly, large, white sow approximately six months of age) only a few days ago. Her affable disposition and fondness for belly rubs belied a tragic past. Piecing together the former life of any shelter animal is always difficult. However, at best, we understand that Marley somehow escaped life on the ‘farm’ but soon found out that life in a backyard was not suitable either. From here, she was sent off to a free-range facility. Whilst it is unclear whether she had been used as a breeding sow, it is painfully clear that she had a metal ring crudely placed in her snout. And from here, things took a turn for the worst. Marley began to lose not only weight, but also any remote interest in life – a hoof condition only adding to her woes. Despite a lifeline being thrown, the savior was unable to provide the very home and facilities that Marley need to recover. The next step saw Marley sadly surrendered to inner-Melbourne animal shelter.
With the kind hearts at the shelter treating Marley’s trotter, and removing the offending nose ring, a huge scarred hole sits atop her sensitive snout as a legacy of this cruel practice. Pigs love to dig – it’s as simple as that. They are hardwired to do so. Could you imagine societies outrage if one were to place rings through the sensitive paw pads of cats to stop them scratching on the furniture? There will come an age when we look back on the atrocities we humans commit on farm animals and ask ourselves how we could ever have allowed these practices to be legal in the first place.
Whilst we will never claim to be experts in the field of pig behavior, many years of experience and countless hours of research guide us each day. All this knowledge comes to the fore in now helping dear Marley. Humbled we were as this gentle creature eyed us up and down, allowed us to place a collar around her neck as we urged her to stand. From here, she gingerly left her pen at the shelter, making her way to the unfamiliar kindness van that was to ferry her to an entirely new world of happiness. Trusting in a human she had never seen before, Marley was coaxed onto the lifter that would raise her from the ground and provide an entry into her straw lined ‘chariot’. Here, she sniffed her sweet-smelling golden mattress, surveyed her surrounds and plonked herself down. Offering happy piggy grunts of satisfaction, the Lady in the Hat was once again in love. Home again, home again Jiggity Jig! Continue reading
Dodging traffic, navigating busy suburban streets and avoiding over-enthusiastic passing pets – it can most certainly be said that the latest addition to our Quacky Clan has been acquainted with his fair share of danger of late. Although possessed with a superhero name, being a domestic breed of duck, Darkwing Duck is not possessed with the necessary tools to survive a life in the wild. Unable to fly to flee predators (and the odd oncoming car), and with a keen interest in, and distaste for, human shoelaces, his life on the run was likely to result in an untimely end for this fellow had human kindness not intervened. Wandering into the front yard of a caring Good Samaritan, Darkwing Duck was eventually reined in and the call to Edgar’s Mission was made. And our new friend is every bit as brave and outlandish as his cartoon namesake and appreciative of our efforts to care for him he is not!
And if Darkwing Duck is loud, boisterous and oft times a little too keen to inspect our toes, it is as if his unlikely new buddy plays the part of his alter ego. Proving that opposites do attract, Drake Mallard has also entered our sanctuary and formed an unlikely bond with Darkwing, being the yin to his yang and saying, “Hey buddy, how about we go for a swim instead of nibbling on the humans’ shoelaces today?” Male ducks, like roosters can be notoriously difficult to house, however Drake and Darkwing hit it off immediately upon their arrival and have been inseparable ever since. Drake (Mallard by name, but actually a Pekin by breed), like his pal Darkwing, too has had his brush with danger and bears a long ago broken wing as a reminder of his troubles. Perhaps it is their shared experiences of a past best forgotten that has seen the two come together, we do not know, however now safe in our sanctuary we know that Darkwing Duck and Drake Mallard will be ‘getting dangerous’ no more!
Meet Sunny, Merry, Joy, Sparky, Glad and Chipper; our sextet of now happy little lambs. Today after downing their bottles they soaked up the suns rays and drank in some more of Edgar’s Mission’s kindness.
Why, because some days you just have to create your own happiness!! Continue reading
Dear unknown pig,
Today, I write an apology. Now I know you will not be able to read this letter, not for the fact that you aren’t intelligent, for I know well, more than most, that you have the cognitive ability to do numerous, complex tasks. Mastering computer joysticks, learning to operate switches and levers, coupled with keen problem-solving abilities, are just some (if given the chance) of your many talents. I write this letter, nonetheless, in the hope that your human friend will read it.
Dear pig, I am truly sorry I didn’t take the opportunity to speak up for you when I first saw you the other day at the pet expo. You were lovingly held in the arms of your human. The first glimpse I caught, was of your cheeky, little bottom, and cute wiggly, pink tail as they poked out from under your human’s arms. My friend and I both thought you were adorable; our smiles could not betray this fact. But how quickly our faces also didn’t betray our next emotion: Our jaws dropped, and our hearts skipped a beat when we saw the metal clip that had been punched into your sensitive, little nose. Whilst your human proudly showed you off to the stallholders just down the way, our collective hearts sank. I watched you for a while – the precious, little piece of porcine creation that you are. I watched and waited; waiting for the right time to seize the moment, and to speak with your human. Continue reading
And he has arrived, not in a reindeer-led sleigh but in our very own Kindness Van, right here at Edgar’s Mission! That’s right, our very own Santa now calls our sanctuary home and with his fluffy white beard, festive red hat and jolly demeanour it is easy to see where he got his name! And while our Santa and his dear little pal, Santa’s Little Helper may be a little early for the festive season they are here to spread the word that kindness is the greatest gift of all. And you need not wait until Christmas Day to share it far and wide!
He dances, he prances, he sparkles and more – meet our new pal Dazzle! Arriving at our sanctuary from an outer suburbs’ pound, we can only wonder what Dazzle’s life has consisted of so far. Was he born as a result of a school hatching project? Was he simply lost and forgotten? Or was a ‘meant’ to be a hen but disappointed his human carers when he began to crow? We may never know but what we do know is that Dazzle is making the most of the second chance at life that so few of his kind will ever receive. One of the gentlest and friendliest young roosters we have ever met, Dazzle really does dazzle all who meet him with his effervescent enthusiasm for life, his spectacular rainbow coloured feathers and the matador dance he performs to woo his lady friends. Sadly, many roosters are just as enthusiastic, as handsome and as dazzling as our dancing Dazzle but with pounds and shelters already struggling to accommodate the ever-growing number of unwanted dogs and cats, their chances at life are grim at best. With nature dictating that for every hen born, a rooster will be hatched out, with 16 million commercial egg laying hens in Australia alone and with a growing number of backyard and now schoolyard breeders added to the mix, the places for all of these roosters to live are few. In fact, those born into the egg industry do not even live to see out their first day of life.
And so, while our new friend Dazzle dances and prances and sparkles and more, remember that many of his kind do not. So please keep this in mind next time you choose whether or not to take part in an activity that may see a rooster’s life brought to an end.
For dear ‘Plain old’ Patrick, life has certainly not worked in his favour thus far. Brought into this world by way of a school hatching project, Patrick only had a 50% chance of living a happy suburban life from the get go. Sadly, for poor Patrick, the odds were not in his favour as he and his equally young friend found themselves dumped in a suburban park – their only crime? Their gender. You see, Patrick and his buddy are anything but old, having found themselves homeless at what we at Edgar’s Mission sometimes refer to as ‘crowing age’ – the age at which testosterone kicks in for a male chick and crowing, along with other associated behaviours, begin to come into play. Sadly, this is the age at which many roosters are surrendered, or in Patrick’s case, dumped when they reach their suburban use-by date.
Whilst some kindness was on Patrick’s side as a concerned Samaritan sought to reign in the troubled twosome, sadly circumstances were not as Patrick’s sidekick was taken by a predator prior to their rescue, a possibility clearly not considered by their former carer. And while some would describe Patrick as just another ‘plain old’ rooster, he is every bit as worthy of a life worth living as is each and every member of his species, regardless of gender. You see, Patrick’s zest for life is infectious and we cannot help but laugh as he enthusiastically tucks into his favourite watermelon treat and sends pieces of its sweet pink flesh flying left, right and centre to then look up and give us one of his signature big, beaky melony grins.
And while we are delighted to be able to provide Patrick with the kind of life all roosters deserve, sadly his story is just one of many and we simply cannot keep up with the number of calls that come our way, desperately asking us to provide sanctuary to the progeny of yet another school hatching project. With this in mind, we cannot help but wonder when our kind will begin to see the light. How can we continue to bring creatures into this world who will be unwanted and have nowhere to turn simply because of their gender, especially when we know for a fact that this will occur to around half of all chicks hatched out? And how can hatching projects continue to claim positive educational outcomes with such facts overshadowing any suggested benefits? The truth is, they simply cannot. And with many more educational tools available today, you do not have to be an animal lover or even a rooster fan to see that there simply is no place for hatching projects in the modern day curriculum. It is just ‘plain old’ common sense. Continue reading
Trucked for several hours from their homes only to have their mothers cruelly taken from them, were six wee lambs. Distressingly thin, covered in excrement, urine and mud, the bewildered sextet huddled in the corner of the yard and pitifully cried out for the mothers they would never see again. The littlest young lamb is critical, extremely weak and emaciated, we dare not breathe out too hard near him least he fall down. A rasping cough and rattling chest indicative of pneumonia has sent us racing for our medical kit. Our greatest hope is that our help has not come too late.
All life is precious. Looking at lambs just now as they rest peacefully, slowly coming to terms with the world around them, we realize just how true those words are.
We offer our sincerest heartfelt thanks to the kind soul who ensured these lambs were not forgotten and alerted us to their plight.
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Last Tuesday saw the animal studies students of the Box Hill Institute of TAFE treated to a thought provoking journey about humanity’s relationship with the animal kingdom. Delivered by Edgar’s Mission Founder and Director, Pam Ahern, those gathered were challenged to consider just how ‘just’ our current animal protection laws are. Rounding out the day were Little Miss Sunshine Chicken and Polly Pig, who, in their own inimitable way displayed the rich emotional world of farm animals.
If you would like a ‘Joining the Dots’ presentation for your school, club or work place please contact Pam on 0408 397 301 or [email protected] . Please note the program is tailored for children and adults from 9 years (grade four) and up.