And it was ‘away’ with a problematic horn recently for our dear angora goat, Silver. Whilst we are now able to breathe a sigh of relief and appreciate the unique now unicorn-like appearance of our dear friend, it has certainly been a precarious road to recovery for Silver.
Silver has been on the receiving end of a plethora of treatments after a traumatic injury to his horn refused to heal. Despite intensive and regular veterinary treatment and medications, it became clear the damaged horn was not responding and was undoubtedly painful for Silver. In addition to this, due to his ongoing care and treatment needs, Silver was unable to venture out with his friends in our main pastures to lead a life all goats deserve. A life worth living is what we promise to each and every animal who passes through our farm gates and so, it was with nervous anticipation that Silver went under the knife to have his horn and the surrounding infected tissue surgically removed.
It’s been just over a month since dear Princess and her three porcine companions found Heaven in a Haystack here at Edgar’s Mission. After serving out their initial quarantine period and enjoying some much-needed nourishment to address severe emaciation, Sadie, Toni and Gizmo have all now ventured out into one of our main pastures to root in the ground, build comfy straw nests and breathe in the cool, fresh air as all pigs should.
However, after arriving into our care with an undoubtedly painful avulsion injury to one of her hind claws, dear Princess has been on the receiving end of some additional TLC to ensure she is soon able to join her friends in Piggy Paradise. Just how Princess came to be lying on the side of a country road, surrounded by forest, bearing such a traumatic injury still remains to be seen. And her emaciated, parasite-infested state upon her arrival, combined with pressure sores that tell the tale of a life best forgotten give us reason to believe her initial lack of trust in our species was indeed warranted. Continue reading
Tortellini is a ring-shaped pasta, often referred to as “belly button” due to its navel shape. Tortellini is also the name of a little lamb whose moist umbilical cord told of her vulnerability. She was found in a field littered with the carcasses of other less-fortunate lambs, lambs for whom kindness never came, not even from the shepherd charged with their care. Wrapped in a warm blanket and kindness, Tortellini’s umbilical cord was dabbed clean and clamped, as sweet and life-enhancing colostrum was prepared, as we offered our finest for this newborn lamb. Rewarding our efforts, life inched more and more into her near-frozen body, while her perilous situation caused us to ponder, “Whatever happened to the good shepherd?”*
*it has been reported that millions upon millions, 15 in fact, little lambs just like Tortellini never see out their first week of life, succumbing to starvation or hypothermia.
Eight is enough were the exact words we muttered as we clambered down the hill with a carry cage laden with hens. Eight being the exact number of hens to fill the carry cage and the exact number of hens who needed our assistance. Through a tragic chain of circumstances, these girls and their human carer found themselves in urgent need of assistance. Providing just that, the girls were ferried from their predicament and to our sanctuary where their necessary vet work was carried out, nourishing food delivered along with the tastiest of treats. Now bouncing back to good health the girls have all happily found new coops to call home sweet home.
On 22 July 2018, three abandoned sows and a piglet were found severely emaciated and riddled with parasites in a forest. Paving their way to kindness and our sanctuary were a wildlife rescuer and a four wheel drive enthusiast. Whilst their circumstance raises so many questions that remain unanswered, we do know they have now truly found heaven in a haystack.
Our heartfelt thanks as always to Manfred and Helen from Five Freedoms Animal Rescue and our new friend Anthony, who all serendipitously came upon the pigs on that fateful day, and whose actions ensured their safety.
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And together with our Five Dollar Friday community, we have well and truly changed the world for one exceptionally brave and fortunate goat, who we have aptly named Together. Having arrived into our care some months ago after experiencing an horrific dog attack, it has been a long road to recovery for Together. Daily management has seen us able to gradually heal many of Together’s injuries, which included one ear having been completely torn off, another partially removed, a fracture to the delicate bone surrounding her eye and multiple bite wounds, one of which came frighteningly close to claiming her vision. Yet there is one thing veterinary care, wound management and medications cannot treat and that is the healing of Together’s spirit. Continue reading
Or in Saturday’s case, they were made for wheelin’ and what a fine job they do! This week, our unending thanks go out to our Five Dollar Friday community for keeping Saturday rolling around the farm in comfort and style. You may know Saturday, the beloved sheep who came into our care some years back suffering congenital spasticity, which sees her unable to use her hind legs. However, these days, that doesn’t slow Saturday down one bit and a specially made cart sees this resilient girl exploring far and wide around the sanctuary each day. Making sure no stone is left unturned when it comes to keeping Saturday mobile and well, a special boot is fitted to her hind hoof each day to reduce the chances of damage if it were to drag along the ground.
I write this letter as much for you as I do for a much younger version of myself. It is a letter I would have found pivotal in informing my heart and mind as to the consequences of an almost everyday action of mine, which I never gave a second thought. The action I am referring to is eating eggs.
This letter is not to dissuade you from eating eggs nor to encourage you to eat eggs. It is to inform you, pure and simple—because the Australian public is not privy to the facts necessary to make an informed decision that aligns our ethics and our actions. You see, I truly believe the things we do, think and support, should be informed by our hearts and minds and not those of industries or others who stand to benefit. For me, I view eating eggs as not only to the detriment of animals but to our own moral integrity and health as well. However, on the latter, as I am neither a doctor nor dietitian, I will not elaborate; I will leave that up to your judgement to pursue. Continue reading
Over the three years Fanta has been with us here at Edgar’s Mission, the one thing she has taught us time and time again is to never, ever, stop trying!
Today we are brave because a little hen we came to know and love is no more. Despite her courage and bravery to fight on, multiple tumours that had wickedly coursed through her intestines and liver commanded us to say no more. But we will be brave because we know all too well that the condition she endured was not hers alone, but one that repeatedly claims the lives of so many hens purposely bred for exponential egg production – a predisposed malady our society must be made aware of. And so as we ask ourselves how now can we go on, we can because a little hen was brave too. How Now, you will be forever in our hearts, and never, ever forgotten.
Or so it seemed to Chicken Little, the barnyard crier in beloved children’s tale of the same name. Unaware of the fact it was indeed an acorn that had landed atop his head and not, as he perceived it, a piece of the sky, Chicken Little’s view of events went on to cause mass hysteria and the ending to this story (as well as the moral) varies, depending on the source.
Whilst this tale has been told time and again in an effort to impart lessons on awareness and critical thinking, it seems we have missed this lesson in some crucial areas, with our species’ entire relationship with the animals we farm for food and fibre being based largely upon our perception of them, or lack thereof. Continue reading
Why? Well he’s been busy celebrating all horses’ birthday here at Edgar’s Mission. As a means of standardising the age of a horse, August 1st was determined as a common birthdate for equines born in the Southern Hemisphere. This date was chosen because it coincides with the natural breeding season of the horse. Horses generally live for around 30 years, although the hardier, smaller pony breeds can look forward to a life span of 35 years.
So, as Billy Neigh celebrates ‘til his Achy Breaky Heart is content, we wish a very happy birthday to all horses from Team Edgar!
You can get to know Billy Neigh a little better here