Rescued Farm animals

Stories of rescued animals. Please share. Veganism is the answer.

kady-xvx:

Second installment of cow appreciation week:
Dotty and Teddy.
These twins were rescued in April 2014 from a Dairy farm. Because Dotty is what the industry calls a “freemartin”, meaning she was born as part of a male/female twin, she will most likely be infertile. (apparently they receive too much testosterone in the womb, which is apparent by how much bigger she is than her brother already) This renders both calves useless to the dairy industry, because to produce milk, the cows have to first give birth to a calf. These calves were rescued before being sent off to the abattoir. 

They both have very distinct personalities and different markings (dotty had the pink ears) Dotty is affectionate and Teddy is very timid, and they are very lucky to get to spend the rest of their lives together and never have to know the suffering their mothers/brothers/sisters will. In Australia every year over 800,000 calves are considered wastage and killed within weeks of being born. Please think of them and go vegan, there are many vegan alternatives to products you think you cannot live without (trust me, i’m a former “cheese addict”)
Go vegan

— 1 week ago with 84 notes
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kady-xvx:

First installment of cow appreciation week goes out to Rupert.
Rupert was rescued from a Dairy farm on 11th February, it was a scorching day, he arrived unconscious and it was doubtful that he would even make it, but Rupert is a fighter and he got stronger with round the clock care from animal activist James Aspey (who is currently undergoing a year of silent protest for animals)

Most people don’t know this but Dairy cows need to be annually impregnated (forced insemination) and give birth to a calf to lactate. Rupert came from an “organic” dairy farm, because he is male, he is considered useless and was probably going to die of heat stroke if he was not rescued. 
In Australia every year there is an estimated 800,000 bobby calves (this means calves that are born from dairy cows that will not go on to be veal or replace their mothers) They are all sold for bob meat or die within a few days of birth.

Rupert is the sweetest calf you will ever meet, he loves cuddles and playing and especially eating! He became the best big brother to twin calves that were also rescued a few months ago, he would play/clean and look after them like they were his family. Just like cats, calves love having their chins scratched! They have their own personalities and don’t deserve to be killed so humans can steal their milk. Rupert is very cheeky, always trying to get into places he’s not allowed and always had food on his face ;D

Rupert got adopted a few weeks ago and I’m going to miss seeing him every week, But i’m happy for him :) I love him so much! he will always be in my heart <3

— 1 week ago with 77 notes

dreamliest:

Today I visited a place called the sanctuary. The sanctuary is a rehabilitation and a rescue for many animals that have been abused ion the industrial factory situation. Each animal had it’s own personality and they’re exactly like our own at home pets. The pigs would roll over when you pet them and the cows and goats would sleep when you petted them between their ears. There’s a ton of information on the website if you want to find out how you can help!
 : http://www.farmsanctuary.org

PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD ABOUT THIS AWESOME PLACE

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— 2 weeks ago with 440 notes

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beastieandthebeasts:

 

Happy birthday to Maddox!  He turned 1 year old on July 5, 2014. Here he is enjoying his birthday “cake” - 

Veganism is the Next Evolution (VINE)

What a cutie!

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— 2 weeks ago with 1676 notes

kady-xvx:

This is Cassie at Maple Farm Sanctuary her story Is one I can personally relate to and this is for everyone who thinks that cows are just dumb animals with no intense emotions.

Cassie was rescued after escaping from a slaughterhouse, She jumped a 6 foot fence to escape her death! Once she was brought to maple farm sanctuary, it became apparent there was something different about Cassie. She was constantly in fear, Every time she was coaxed out to the paddocks with the other cows, she would bolt and jump fences to get away. She has been diagnosed with agoraphobia and extreme anxiety disorder, with post traumatic stress disorder. As with humans with depression/anxiety they tried medication on Cassie, but it seemed to make her symptoms worse, so she now lives in the comfort of her barn at maple farm sanctuary. 
I do not want to imagine what happened to Cassie before she escaped that slaughterhouse, but I’m so glad she’s safe at Maple Farm. This is the extreme emotional trauma that happens to cows in the meat/dairy industry… although you never hear about it because the victims are all killed. Please go vegan for Cassie and every animal out there who is abused and killed every single second of every single day.

— 2 months ago with 1205 notes

Darcy from Freedom Hill Sanctuary 

Darcy arrived (with Cotton) at Freedom Hill on April 19th 2013. Both boys were tiny week-old orphans who were rescued by a lovely lady from a property in South Australia. This super adorable duo have already settled into their new home and will no doubt love living with the sheep gang. Darcy and Cotton are already showing their playful and mischievous characters. What many people don’t realise is that farmed animals have beautiful personalities, show emotions and can feel fear & pain, just like cats and dogs.
Darcy is super friendly, he loves selfies (as you can see) and he is really playful!

Most sheep will not be as lucky as Darcy and Cotton. Billions of animals are killed each year for human consumption. They die without a name, without knowing kindness, without anyone loving them….all for the taste of a meal. If you love animals, don’t eat them. You can live a healthy life on a plant-based diet!  

— 3 months ago with 2 notes
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Peter Pan From Edgars Mission 

Peter Pan is a lucky Lamb, a kind soul was driving past a sheep farm and saw this little guy lying on the floor. They took him home and took care of him the best they could until he was picked up to be taken to his forever home at Edgars mission.

It is estimated that 15 million lambs die each year in Australia in the first 48 hours of birth, many due to hypothermia. It isn’t an uncommon site for passers by to see dead lambs laying in paddocks during lambing season (which is right now in Australia)

Please watch this video of peter in his home at Edgars mission, after a rough start in life, he is now healthy and happy. 
Please go vegan and stop the unnecessary killing and deaths of innocent animals. 

— 3 months ago with 6 notes
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fightingforanimals:

Source: Animal Place

Pigs are more tactile than dogs. They revel in touch. When Mishka smells or hears a human, his first response is to investigate. Ignoring breakfast time, Mishka’s greatest joy is found in the touch of another being. If you sit in his pasture and Mishka learns of your presence, he will saunter to your position then drape himself next to your body. He will streeeeetch out for a belly rub. 
How is it possible that we love dogs enough to elevate their moral worth in our society yet we relegate nonhumans like Mishka to “food”? Mishka suffers as a dog does. He revels in belly rubs and back scratches in the same manner as a dog. When he is afraid, he squeaks and yelps like a dog. When he is joyous, he will let out a whoop of excitement and race through green grass, the unmistakable language of play and happiness. Mishka is someone. He is a “who” with the ability to communicate his emotions and intentions. His value is found inside his mind, not in someone’s desire to eat his flesh. -marji beach, education director

fightingforanimals:

Source: Animal Place

Pigs are more tactile than dogs. They revel in touch. When Mishka smells or hears a human, his first response is to investigate. Ignoring breakfast time, Mishka’s greatest joy is found in the touch of another being. If you sit in his pasture and Mishka learns of your presence, he will saunter to your position then drape himself next to your body. He will streeeeetch out for a belly rub. 

How is it possible that we love dogs enough to elevate their moral worth in our society yet we relegate nonhumans like Mishka to “food”? Mishka suffers as a dog does. He revels in belly rubs and back scratches in the same manner as a dog. When he is afraid, he squeaks and yelps like a dog. When he is joyous, he will let out a whoop of excitement and race through green grass, the unmistakable language of play and happiness. 

Mishka is someone. He is a “who” with the ability to communicate his emotions and intentions. His value is found inside his mind, not in someone’s desire to eat his flesh. 

-marji beach, education director

— 3 months ago with 764 notes
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Sadie - Soul at Rest

animalplace:

Dear Sadie,

I know you’ll never read thisimage. Not because you cannot read, but because you are not alive.

So this is for me. And for anyone who has loved a nonhuman with unabashed fierceness. We honor those lost every time we share their story.

These are the moments I remember about you. I will hold them in my heart, etch them in my soul.

——

Seven years ago, I saw only the whites of your eyes, your terror. You were so damaged by humans. Your fear was evident in every tense muscle, brow creased with concern.

I made a promise that day - I would never be a source of fear for you.

—-

An impatient veterinary student rushes you at the hospital. You fall, breaking your hip and leg. As if the human world has not harmed you enough, stealing your milk, your babies.

Despite the injury, your spirit is unbroken. You trudge through the pain and recovery with incredible strength.

——

I try to win you over with my dog. She has patches like you.

You investigate her, excitedly. Then you realize I brought you a dog.

This sets our relationship back a bit.

——

You groom him so carefully, so gently. I know you never had that moment with the calves stolen from you at the dairy farm.

I want so badly for him to breathe, to grow up big, bold, beautiful under your matronly tutelage. He would be perfect.

You would have been a good mother to him.

——

imageApples! Give me more! Oh how you adore apples. Sweet, sour, rotten, unripe, no matter, they are all delicious to you.

An apple is the first fruit I fed you. It was also the last.

The first time you let me in to your circle- without tossing your head or moving away - is over a bowl of apples. I scratch your back, feel skin taut over bone and muscle.

To this day, I remain honored by that first connection.

——

The boys are too far ahead, romping, running, playing as teenage calves do. You bellow at them, concerned.

You finally have children to raise. They are not your biological calves, but they are victims of the same industry that sold your milk for another species to consume, that shipped your male calves off to be killed for veal.

The two steers stop their play, rushing back to you. They check in briefly, as if to say “It’s okay, mom, we’re fine”, then they are back off to their games.

You sigh heavily. It is hard being a mom, being responsible for the safety and well-being of separate individuals.

You did it perfectly, Sadie.

——

I call your name. You lift your head, gazing at me. It’s been five years. I don’t see the whites of your eyes anymore.

No apples, but you still let me in. I listen to your heart beat, your lungs expanding and collapsing. I breathe with you.

I hold my breath. I want this to be a forever moment.

You toss your head, nudge me away, and go back to grazing. Enough, you say. We can be together without touching, and it is okay.

——

The horse coat sits there. It’s cold out. You’ve lost so much weight, no protection from the freezing temperatures. I try to think of a way to desensitize you to this strange device - apples? grain? Will it take days, weeks?image

You let me drape it over you on day one. You stare at me, the strange human who just won’t go away, who won’t take her kindness and love somewhere it would be more appreciated.

You look good in it. You like its warmth. Oh Sadie, you are getting old.

——

Nicholas looks like someone went a little crazy with the styling gel. His cow-lick is upended, stiffened strands of hair pointing in every direction. You are off to the side, grazing contentedly.

Reminds me of my mom’s first attempts at cutting my bangs.

Apparently this is a rite of passage for every child, the mangling of hair. Nicholas handles it gracefully (unlike me).

——

imageYour black has feathered to gray. Your limp is worse. Your caregivers increase pain medications.

You lie down a lot.

——

I crouch next to you, and you stretch your neck out before me. I scratch and massage the top of it. You lower your head, so trusting.

I stand up.

You rub your head against my leg, demanding affection and attention.

——

It’s time, Sadie. I don’t want it to be. I think you have given up, the light in your eyes seem dimmer. I could be projecting.

I cannot project your pain, though. That much is real. You suffer. You get worse. It is unfair.

——

I feed you apples. Slice after slice. Howie steals most of them from you, but you don’t care.

Your muscles relax. You can finally let go of all the tension, all that pain.

You are almost asleep when the veterinarian gives you one final injection.

And then all that made you YOU is no more.

I hug your head to my heart. I want to make you breathe again. Isn’t that so selfish, Sadie?

——

I lay be your grave. That dog you didn’t like so much has aged too. She leans against me.

You are down there, beneath the dirt.

I leave a sunflower on your grave.

——

imageHere is my hope for you, reader. I hope you will honor Sadie’s memory. She is a former dairy cow. She never nursed her own calves. Her only value? Her milk, meant for her growing calf.

Animal Place gave her an amazing seven years of life. She lived it with dignity. I am beyond honored to have been included in her circle.

She never deserved the hand dealt her.

You can help. Drink almond milk. Try coconut ice cream. Slap some soy cheese on your sandwich. Transition to a vegan diet and embrace compassion and kindness.

Thanks.

-Marji Beach, education manager

— 3 months ago with 194 notes
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Howie From Animal place
2/1/1996-2/12/2013

"Seventeen years ago, a cow died giving birth to a cream-colored calf. Unwilling to care for the calf, the farmer abandoned him outside of a Sacramento animal shelter.

After spending the night in a metal box, a shelter employee opened the cage and saw the little calf.  He exclaimed, “How did he get there?” From then on, he has always been referred to as Howie Cow.

The local Sacramento new media learned of the little orphaned calf and Howie became an overnight star. This resulted in a deluge of supporters, friends, and family urging me to rescue Howie.

But the shelter had other ideas for Howie. They wanted to raffle young Howie off to the highest bidder. The local Future Farmers of America (FFA) highschool kids bought raffle tickets. They wanted to raise Howie as a fair project – caring for him, then selling him for slaughter.

I called the shelter and told them we would give Howie a lifelong home at our sanctuary. They turned me down explaining the raffle was in full swing and if we wanted to rescue Howie, we needed to buy raffle tickets in hopes of winning him.

Not taking no for an answer, I escalated our “request” for Howie, threatening to invite the news media out to the shelter and let the public decide Howie’s fate. After a few days of negotiation, I drove to the shelter two days after Valentine’s Day to bring Howie home.  The news media followed us all the way, documenting Howie’s new life. And the rest, as they say, is history!” - Kim Sturla, Executive Director

"When I first started volunteering at Animal Place, Howie was 8-yrs-old and, as I would soon discover, still a playful calf at heart. I was out picking up poop in the animal yard, minding my own business, when I happened to look up at the hillside. I spotted Howie. He spotted me. And he just watched. Nervous, I kept scooping poop and loading it into the wheelbarrow for a trip to the compost pile.

When the wheelbarrow was completely full, Howie made his move. Galloping down the hillside, through the open gate, he ran excitedly up to me and the wheelbarrow. Daring me to intervene, he circled around, kicking up his heels playfully. I stepped back from the wheelbarrow and Howie proceeded to lift it up and flip it in the air. All that hard work!

But Howie seemed very pleased with himself!” - Marji Beach, Education Director

"After dreaming about meeting him for a long time, he gave me dozens of bovine kisses. And a hug. It was love at first sight. When I realized I was going to be able to love Howie in his golden years when I joined Animal Place last year, I felt such privilege for the experience to shower him with love any day any place any time. Like so many other human friends, Howie has left a huge hoof print on my soul. I amforever changed by his love.” - Molly Jordan, Intern & Outreach Coordinator


"Utterly devastated. Howie was the first cow I ever had the pleasure of meeting. I remember the first time he placed his giant head in my lap and looked up at me with unconditional trust and love. I spent many days at Animal Place with Howie. There were some days I went out and spent the entire day with him, giving him apples, brushing his hair and giving him lots of ear scritches. I remember a hot summer day, cleaning the stalls in the big barn and Howie decided to give me a bath. When I turned around, he was standing there, almost smiling, proud of himself. He always knew when I had apples for him and would come running over as soon as he saw me. I’m grateful I had the chance to say goodbye to him before I left, knowing it would be the last time I would see him. When I walked into his pasture, I was already crying. He came right over to me and nuzzled his head against me as if to say, “It’s ok. I know how much you love me.” I learned so much from Howie and this hurts so much. I’m thankful he was surrounded by people he loved when he passed and that he’ll spend eternity next to his love, Sadie. (black and white cow, pictured above)” - Dana Portnoy, Volunteer & Supporter

Howie did a great job raising Nicholas (pictured above is howie licking Nicolas) to be just as stubborn as Howie was! When we first integrated Nick to our small herd of Howie and Sadie, Howie was the one to groom Nick and teach him how to be a cow. Although Howie has since died, his spirit lives on in Nicholas.

— 3 months ago with 3 notes
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