The farmer looked at me, Jim Beam and Coke in hand, and smirked whilst he said, “Yeah, the rest was butchered this morning’”. As he said this, there was a chill in the air. I looked at the little lamb eating tiny strands of brown grass he was trying to find amongst the junk yard…
He was always trouble. From the first moment I saw him, I knew he was trouble. My beautiful, cheeky Trouble. The first boy to greet any visitors at the gate. The first boy to show you his huge personality. The first boy to race towards me when I call. The first boy to storm through…
He arrived in early June, 2014 in a trailer with three of his Suffolk sisters. When he was let out into a paddock he looked wary. He looked scared, wary and angry….mostly angry. Angry came from a small Suffolk sheep breeder who no longer wanted his sheep. These lovely sheep were no longer wanted and…
The first time I saw him, he was cuddled up with another lamb in the front seat of a car. He was just a few days old. He was tiny and had brown tipped ears. He travelled up to Lefty’s Place that night with his little lamb friend, myself and my friend. We were only…
Cosmo arrived one chilly night in October 2012. He had spent his life tied by a short chain to a cyclone fence in an industrial park. He had a filthy water bucket and no food he could reach whilst tied to that fence. He arrived emaciated, dirty and terrified. He had rickets from malnutrition. The indentation…