One of the lambs that we rescued just before easter 2024, Gretel is an absolute delight. She is so close to her mum Abigail, that when she decides to make contact with us, it's exceptionally intense, yet otherworldly.
Her stare is something else to behold, like an alien visitor assessing what creature and classification I am. Occasionally she will allow a head scratch, but she has to be in the mood. More often than not she just wants to stand close and study. Head always lowered so she can look directly. If I break contact before she decides she is finished, she will shout and follow, then repeat the study. It's not a complete day without a little Gretel research.
I can't imagine a world without her in it, yet she would have already been dispatched, torn apart, packaged, burnt, and would be a fetid worthless lump, congealing in a sewer by now. How odd a want we have, to take someone so beautiful, individual, loving and free thinking and reduce them to less than nothing. How desperately sad and odd.
This is such a beautiful picture of a beautiful soul, and my mind wanders in the direction it feels for each image. I thought this would stay beautiful, but how do we recognise beauty, without acknowledging the darkness of the reality in which we strive?
Have a beautiful day.
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