And that is just what Dancing Queen and her beloved, Rudolph Nureyev, were doing, precariously close to a country road. Quickly realising that such a dancefloor was not compatible with a long life, the two homeless goats were ushered into the local pound. And, thankfully for them, they have pirouetted their way into our hearts and not the hands of a keen-eyed entrepreneur, who would have taken advantage of the rising prices for goats en-route to the live export market.
A few months ago, a personal trainer got in touch with us – he wanted to donate a portion of his profits from every new sign up to his ‘Vegainz’ 12-week training and nutrition program. Mike raised an amazing $400 for Edgar’s Mission, we can’t thank him enough for his thoughtful generosity. Continue reading
We could not think of a more fitting name for a sweet little tiny calf who recently came into our care than Tiny Calf – for she is both tiny and a calf! And she is simply beautiful, possessing the longest of eye lashes and the doe-iest of eyes. Although it was those doe-eyes that gave us such a start.
Whilst Half Pint is friendly and inquisitive, his buddy Jules is not. Yet despite their dissimilar dispositions, their circumstances were the same and both are lucky to be alive – although only just so by the time we learned of their tragic plight.
Half-Pint and Jules were actually two thirds of a trio, but sadly the state of neglect they endured from a backyard slaughter setup had taken such a terrible toll on the third member that he did not survive their rescue. Now putting on much needed weight and confidence (Half Pint more so than Jules), their fate is sealed, however it is going to take a lot of kindness and patience for these hapless two to realise that an entire new world awaits. A world of peace, tranquillity, lots of sheepy buddies and wheetbix treats – where no one will ever again consider them a meal.
Our Facebook followers have already fallen in love with Pearl, a fluffy-faced little lamb of around six weeks of age, and we are sure you will, too.
Pearl’s arrival at our sanctuary was heralded by the pungent smell of fly-strike just moments before her severely emaciate body came into view. If you have never smelled fly-strike in a living animal, consider it a blessing. But where was this deadly menace? Once gently laid on our examination table, we could see no obvious wounds. However, as soon as we lifted her tiny right hind leg those flesh-eating maggots could hide no more – although they tried their darnedest to make a hasty retreat inside the hole they had burrowed into poor Pearl’s leg. Such a terrible oozing wound gave answer to the bloody smear little Pearl had on her nose, no doubt the result of her feeble attempts to rid herself of the wriggling menace that was eating her alive. Yes indeed, a sickening sight and smell.
Nothing could have prepared us for the cheeky little monkey of a lamb who is Rose. We first learned of her plight when a short video was sent to us by text: it revealed that Rose had been dealt a bad hand or, more appropriately, two dodgy front legs. Dear little Rose was struggling to get about, it was clear to see that without any intervention she was never going to thrive, let alone survive.
Oreo arrived into our care on the 30th of July, barely hours old. She had been found a short time earlier by a kind-hearted traveller on a stretch of road that sheep had clearly recently passed, as was evidenced by the numerous sheep droppings scattered about. So too it appeared a dear ewe had dropped her lamb, with the wee one being missed by those herding the sheep.
“If we could live happy and healthy lives without harming others… why wouldn’t we?” This simple but thoughtful question is making its way around Australia, headed by some of our resident ambassadors.
Here are the first of our stars to rise to great heights, Panky Calf on Queensbridge Road, Southbank and Daisy Kid on Bourke Road, Camberwell. Keep an eye out and let us know if you see them!
Luckily for Little Acorn, a kindly neighbour did. His heart-wrenching cries rang out as the wee lamb desperately sought the love, comfort and nutrition of his dear mum. But sadly, his mother would not answer his calls as she had passed away some time earlier.
Whilst exploiting the natural reproductive cycle of animals is big business to some, it is also a lucrative side-line to others. Regardless of the intent, the consequences to animals are enormous and at the heart of all of this, is a life. In this case it is that of dear little Geraldine, an animal who comes with a lifetime of care and needs unique to her species.
Sadly too, this is a story we learn of all too often as an animal is treated as property and sold without full disclosure to unsuspecting people. Sellers neglecting basic checks to ensure the welfare of the animal, and typically with pigs whether they can even legally be housed by the “purchaser”. They fail to provide information as to the need for desexing, basic animal husbandry requirements and the important “ingredients” of a life truly worth living for the animal.
With the normal birth weight of an alpaca ranging between 6 and 9kg, at two months old Leonard T Lima tips the scales at just over 9kg. But sadly, his woes do not end there. We have been told the wee chap was able to get around after his birth, however from there on in things took a turn for the worse and it was thought he had rickets. Rickets is a defect of the bones affecting young mammals, usually due to malnutrition, which can lead to deformities and breakages.
There’s a wonderful quote, I’m sure you have all heard of it, that goes: “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.”
Like most people, I have had important teachers who have inspired and guided me, offering sage advice at just the right times in my life. However, my most important teachers have not been of the human kind. They have been animals, in all of their glorious shapes, sizes and sounds. But there is one who stands out like no other – the first pig.
The first pig I was ever fortunate enough to meet, and to whom I owe an eternal debt of gratitude for guiding me to just where I needed to be, was Edgar Alan Pig. At the time of our first meeting I was what I thought to be a committed animal advocate, leading what I considered to be a pretty good life. However, Edgar changed all that and so much more, as together we trotted down a path I could never have imagined, him stopping every now and then to smell the roses – something I really have to learn to do. Giving up my full-time paying job along with hanging up the boots of my successful equestrian career and saying farewell to ever having a normal life, it was because of my meeting with this first pig I was to meet many many more pigs. And cows and sheep and goats and chickens and ducks and turkeys, as I foundered Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary, currently located in the picturesque Macedon Ranges, just outside of the tiny township of Lancefield. Continue reading
Did you know August 1, is the official horses’ birthday? Celebrating it in style were the aging matriarchs of the equine herd at Edgar’s Mission, Beryl and Cheryl. With Cheryl around 28 years young and dear Beryl, none too far behind her, these grand dams did not let their age get in the way of their celebratory carrot cake and its pollard topped icing.
“Aerodynamically the bumble bee should not be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know that, so she goes on flying anyway”. Two years ago today, Fanta came into our world and while few would have given her any chance of surviving, no one told Fanta that, so she went on trying anyway. And look at her today. ‘Tis true, all things grow with love, even a wee lamb named Fanta.