Causing us to do a double take recently was the arrival of two orphan kid goats. Whilst their circumstance of rescue (found poorly directing traffic on a busy country freeway) caused our hearts to skip a beat, it was their similarity to our funky little kid goat duo, Cheech and Chong, that caused us to believe that everyone really does have a real-life double.
Cheech and Chong
It’s smiles all round for our elderly horse trio after they received dental treatments yesterday, thanks to our Five Dollar Friday Community. With our local equine vet examining, cleaning and filing away, our minds are at ease knowing Brian, Dianne and Beryl are receiving the very best treatment and the preventative care they deserve throughout their golden years.
Our Five Dollar Friday Community is a kindness army of compassionate supporters who, for the price of a soy latte each week, enable this arm of our work. If you too would like to be a part of the team keeping our animal residents smiling, please check out www.fivedollarfriday.com.au today.
This photo means so much to me for so many reasons. Let me explain. It was a day I had planned to be a quiet day (that in itself a rare thing indeed), spent inside catching up on tasks, reading a bit and maybe, just maybe, watching a movie. Alas, I hadn’t read the tea leaves very well for it was anything but. Due to some unexpected circumstances, the warmth of my bed and Jessica Kitten cuddles were replaced by the chills, biting wind and rain that are typical to a midwinter’s day here in Lancefield. Wrapped up in my woes, my day just kept heading south. Along with the temperature, I must add. None of this was helped when I misjudged the protection my gumboot could offer versus the depth of a puddle by a millimetre as cold, muddy water soon enveloped my sock and inched its murky way between my frozen toes. Adding yet another degree of delight to my day was my runny nose that saw me devoid of a tissue, although it probably would not have mattered that much as my tingling hands were frozen into the most useless of positions. “Chocolate, I need chocolate,” my soul cried, as I limped my way back to the house to oblige, granting myself the smallest of mercies. And then there was Ray Ray. And it all just melted away.
Well, at first it may have sounded like the ingredients for a good recipe but this ‘ini’ quartet will never end up on anyone’s plate. Stepping tiny hooves into our nursery and our 2018 Lamb Clan are dear little Broccolini, Tahini, Bikini and tiny Bambini.
Found by neighbours, suffering from dehydration and a bad case of entropian (where the eyelids turn in and lashes irritate the eye) was Bikini. With mum nowhere to be found and the owners not wanting the day-old lamb, the call to our sanctuary was made.
Making good his escape from a grisly fate recently was a handsome Merino whether we have christened Captain Courageous. Whether he had escaped from the abattoir by which he was found or leapt from an abattoir-bound truck we may never know, however one thing we do know for certain is whatever made this dear boy flee a situation that was unlikely to end well for him indeed sealed his fate. Some may say it was instinct as, being a prey animal, a sheep’s defence is often to flee. However, those who know sheep as we do, as individuals with unique characters and an intense love of life, may call it something different. They may call it bravery. Or courage. And after meeting this dear boy we would have to wholeheartedly agree.
There was no Return to Sender note left alongside a wayward young pig who found himself on the doorstep of a kind-hearted Samaritan recently. Asking, “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” and bundling the dear boy up like a Teddy Bear, our porcine pal then made his way to a nearby animal shelter.
This kind-hearted Samaritan could well be this little piggy’s Good Luck Charm because he was then bidding his neighbouring Hound Dogs goodbye as he was on his way to Edgar’s Mission and into our Lovin’ Arms.
Benefitting from the kindness of our Five Dollar Friday community is Mildred, a brave ewe who found sanctuary at Edgar’s Mission a little over four years ago. Dear Mildred’s back still bears the scars of the Mickleham bushfire which saw her and her companion Mavis on the run, with nowhere to call home in a country town devastated by the inferno. Since her rescue, Mildred has lived a life filled with love, friendship and, of course, wheet bix treats in our sheep flock.
However, we recently detected an abrasion on Mildred’s nose, which did not respond to treatment. We had no history of this area of Mildred’s nose being scarred from her past experiences and when the skin took on an appearance that healthy tissue never should, a biopsy was performed by our wonderful vet, Sabine. We soon received the news we were fearing as the sample returned a positive result for squamous cell carcinoma.