Only a small handful of days stand between me and the happiest place on Earth, known locally as Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary. What is this slice of heaven, you ask? Exactly this: a glittering oasis in the desert hell-hole that constitutes life for most of the species represented above, thanks to the rise of the factory farm.
Every creature that has found its way to Edgar’s is a lucky anomaly, an exception to the rule, a dodger of fate. Allowed to live out their lives naturally, in peace, each animal has a backstory of suffering and survival – the unsinkable Molly Brown, sole survivor of a truck rollover on the freeway which killed 400 sheep (the truck was bound for the slaughterhouse); Mr Miyagi, rooster, a school hatching project reject; Hope – who, with a lot of sneaking, squeezing, hiding and running, managed to escape the pig farm and her fate.
This Sunday, I’ll be attending one of their special volunteer days – where ordinary folk make the drive north of Melbourne to spend a day labouring on a farm. I hope I get to meet the goat I help sponsor, Boots (below) – who, as you can see, has grown from cute kid into one handsome fella!
Edgar’s Mission is a bastion for those who feel strongly about animal rights. Just knowing such a place existed was an enormous support when I made the switch to a vegetarian diet (and as I now move towards the infinitely-more-difficult veganism).
For daily inspiration, and to be motivated to live a kinder, more compassion life, ‘like’ them on Facebook – and subscribe to their blog posts: well-written and from the heart, they seem to always make my eyes water! I must be allergic to the font. ; )
P.S. There are lots of ways to support the mission – but my favourite is the online store!