When Garry Frost, of the Australian band, Moving Pictures, watched an autistic child being constantly overlooked at his local shop in the Sydney suburb of Asquith, he was spurred on to write the lyrics for the hit song “What about me?”. The song, when released in 1982, was an instant success and quickly became an anthem for the downtrodden. Thirty-five years on, its poignant meaning touched our hearts as we watched a lonely ewe pitifully call out from the pound to the passing livestock transport vehicles carrying her kind to the abattoir. In an ironic twist, it was the fact that this sheep had been forgotten that was to ensure she was seen by the very people who could save her. Several days later, Flee-cia safely arrived at Edgar’s Mission with two lucky goats, Brave Heart and Twin Stripe, who happened to be at the wrong place at the right time.
“They’re babies, just babies” was our first thought when we saw the faces of these two tiny, trembling boys peering terrified back at us from the small crate that held them on the back of a ute. But what came next was even more chilling: “If youse don’t take ‘em, I’ll have to shoot ‘em” quickly followed by, “But I want to do the right thing”. Regardless of their “crime”, these kids, who we christened Bill and Bing, were only babies in a big confusing world full of rickety fences to surmount, gardens to navigate and tempting treats, and when you are a kid goat, everything is an inviting challenge beckoning either your dancing hooves or curious mouth.
“So where have you been Mrs Bee?” we asked of a plucky little ISA brown hen who was found nonchalantly grazing the front lawn of a suburban house recently. Luckily for Mrs Bee she picked the right house, for the kindly folks, whilst unable to find her humans did find a happy outcome for this intrepid hen. Sadly, many councils have no provision for lost or abandoned poultry, who often fall not only off transport vehicles but through the gaps in our animal protection legislation. But one thing is for sure, Mrs Bee will never be forgotten again!
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 Pappy (formally Flappy), Olga and Nebula (formally Nicky and Thyme) are going in their new forever home.
Today we are giddy with delight as Lambert came home. But it was not a noisy, cramped, open aired livestock carrier that made this possible. Rather our straw filled transport vehicle, carefully navigating each turn to ensure Lambert was as comfortable as possible and never put off his feet, that did.
If you missed Lambert’s arrival, he came into our care in the dying hours of Tuesday just gone. Found by a kind heart who witnessed his brutal handling as he was tossed from a livestock carrier to land in an almost unmoving lump next to his dead companion. As more nervous sheep were unloaded, this courageous passer-by knew just what she had do. Securing Lambert’s release as the words “yeah, you can have it. We’re only going to knock it on the head when we’re finished” were uttered and Lambert’s life was set to be rewritten. Continue reading
Our Buffalo Bill, not to be confused with William Frederick “Buffalo Bill” Cody of the American Wild West fame, who killed over 4000 bison, is a gentle soul who never claimed a scalp, although he did have a bounty of sorts on his head. You see, our Buffalo Bill takes his name from the mountain range upon which he and his two buddies had roamed for many a year. Indeed, the picturesque mountain range of Mt Buffalo and her glorious falls and mountain ranges could be argued to be an idyllic home for a goat.
Alas, treacherous winding roads and close encounters with humans were one way or another going to claim the life of Bill, as it had done his small herd some time earlier. Corralled for death, Bill managed somehow to escape and literally took for the hills and high country, eventually settling on the car park area of Rollasons Falls. Over time, the timid and lonely Bill became a little too confident with food-bearing humans and displaying his annoyance at those without food. And so, Buffalo Bill’s notoriety began to soar as high as the mountain range he had come to love. With notices placed warning of his “dangerous” nature, Bill’s days seemed to be numbered. But here’s where luck and a kind heart pedalled in. Having witnessed Bill’s gentle side and learning of the “mysterious” disappearance of other goats from the area, our Good Samaritan put the wheels in motion for a rescue plan for Bill.
It wasn’t always the case that Homa was homeless. Indeed, the aged fellow had at one time been a stud merino ram, siring many offspring and earning his keep. However, with his use-by date reached, there appeared no home for the dear boy and, judging by his excessively overgrown fleece, it had been this way for some time. Now, some may be thinking that ending up in a rural country pound, just a stone’s throw from the local abattoir, was to be the worst day of the dear boy’s life, but it was to turn out to be the best. Striking the heart and telephone of a kindly pound worker, the call went out for a reprieve for dear Homa. While there are not too many keen to take on an ageing sheep, let alone a ram, it is these golden oldies to whom we are so strongly drawn. The wisdom in his one good eye coupled with scaring of his other eye (a legacy of a long gone injury), pulled at our heartstrings like no other as we set out to fulfil our pledge of a life truly worth living for Homa.
Disheartened, I put the phone down. Yet another call from someone asking me to take the rooster they assumed would be a hen. Not a week goes by that I don’t get multiple calls like this, for one, two or three unknowing roosters whose time is running out.
The Lunar New Year rolled in as the silvery glow of the first new moon shone upon us, and with it the promise of happiness and good fortune. We are now in the year of the rooster. The joining of good fortune and roosters is both ironic and poignant, as the tragedy that befalls them is enough to break the hardest of hearts. Continue reading
I did save a strawberry for you, but then I got hungry. It’s the thought that counts, right?
Kris Kringle is quite the gentleman.
And kindness has never been so cute.
Princess Leia is proof that a little bit of kindness makes the whole world of difference.
I’m ready for my close up now.
When your heart is as beautiful as Ruby’s, you’ll always take a great picture.
Feeling blue? We have just the cure – cute piglets having breakfast. Bye bye Monday Blues!
Knock knock. Who’s there? It’s me, Madeline Merino.
Doe-eyed Madeline owes her life to a sweltering heatwave. Noticing her difficulty walking, her previous caretakers decided it was too hot to dig a hole to bury the little lamb – and as the days passed they realised there was another option. And we’re so glad they did.
Read Madeline’s story here.
And how privileged are we to witness the special bonds between Carol and her piglets. Seeing Carol nurture her precious babies is enough to warm our souls.
You can watch Carol’s heartwarming arrival video here.
It’s true, there’s no escaping the charms of our residents. Brothers Dan and Mike Miao, from band The Getaway Plan, are both compassionate animal-lovers and yesterday were captured by Hip Hop Bob, Morgan Sheep and three tiny kids, among others. How blessed we are to be able to share the magic of Edgar’s Mission with such bright and kind hearts.
A while ago we shared an article written by Dan about his change of heart about fishing, if you missed it you can read it here.
Around 265 BC, a Greek scholar and mathematician named Archimedes dipped his toe into a tub at the public baths in Syracuse, with his leg following suit. In doing this, Archimedes watched the water level rise. Lowering himself more fully into the water, he saw it continue to do so, ultimately spilling over the sides of the bath. At this point, Archimedes recognised that the volume of water displaced must be equal to the volume of the part of his body that had been submerged.
So excited about this discovery was Archimedes that he immediately jumped out of the bath and ran all the way home crying out, “Eureka, eureka,” which is Greek for “I have found it, I have found it”. In his glee, Archimedes failed to find his clothes and he ran home stark naked. However, what Archimedes was referring to was a way to determine the answer to a problem he had been posed by Hiero of Syracuse on how to assess the purity of gold in a golden crown. Continue reading
This is a public service announcement. Please stop what you are doing and look at this incriminating photo, we need your help to catch these offenders. You won’t regret it.
Cookie, Kris Kringle and Candy are wanted for causing hearts to flutter and showing people that little piggies deserve only to be treated with kindness.
Each and every animal comes into this world with the same determination to live and seeks a happy life. As individuals they have no understanding of why humans would want to hurt them, and if they could it would surely give them no solace. Continue reading