Before I regale you with the story of my new adventure (away from my four hooligans) I wish to thank each of you who responded to my last post. Thank you for your support. When I say it touches me, you can believe it.
And now for the adventure.
I don't recall exactly how I came to know SASHA Farm, but friend, Bev, and I visited on a couple of occasions during open houses and I felt the magnetic pull on my gut. There you can see cows, hogs, horses, donkeys, pot-bellied pigs, goats, sheep, chickens, roosters, emus, geese, turkeys, dogs, cats. ( Gosh, hope I haven't left anyone out.)
They have all been rescued.
Some from slaughterhouses, some from negligent homes, some from fighting situations.
I had assisted SASHA financially, but knew I had to do more. Problem is, it's a 90-minute drive. One way. I pondered my commitment to this endeavor for quite a while before signing up for a training session. And I approached friend Bev to come with (two people making the drive is so much more fun). She had to consider too, but jumped on board. As it stands now, we both visit SASHA on a bi-weekly basis and our primary job is watering everyone. We're becoming more efficient with each visit, but it still takes us almost three hours.
I offer these photos so you can see us in action and meet some of the honored residents.
Bev waters Johnny Cash. He is one of her favorites.
Pig heaven with the pot-bellies
Me and Bhima (sp?)
You wouldn't believe how hard it is too step over an emu in a confined space
More photos of more residents to come (it's hard to remember to take pictures as you're doing chores.)