Two hives went into Dave's orchard corner this spring, and Keith, who has assessed and tested and dismantled every single thing on that farm, has assessed the bees exactly once and elected, for the first time in his life, to leave a thing entirely alone.
This is genuinely without precedent. Keith tests everything. He has eaten a latch, a pocket square, a set of water heater instructions, and the better part of Dave's left wellington. He climbs what cannot be climbed and opens what cannot be opened and investigates the world with a relentless prehensile curiosity that has cost Dave three hundred and eighty-seven pounds in gates. There is no object in his domain he has not, at some point, put his lips to in the spirit of enquiry.
He walked up to the hives on the first day. Dave watched from the yard with the specific dread of a man who has seen this goat approach things before. Keith stood in front of the nearest hive. He watched the entrance, the constant stream of bees coming and going, the low working hum of forty thousand individuals about their business. He brought his nose to within a sensible distance. He held there for a while, doing whatever calculation it is that goes on behind those rectangular eyes.
And then he stepped back, turned, and walked away to the bramble, and he has not gone near the hives since.
Dave's log: "He left the bees. I don't know what passed between Keith and the bees. Whatever it was, the bees won the negotiation without appearing to negotiate, which is the only time anything on this farm has managed it. I have not added a column. I am simply relieved."
There is a kind of intelligence that tests everything to find its limit. And there is a rarer kind that meets a thing humming with quiet collective purpose and recognises, without needing to be stung, that here at last is something better left to get on with its work.
Keith has both. The bees are fine. The bees were always going to be fine. Even Keith knows where the line is, and the line, it turns out, is forty thousand of anything, all agreeing.
El calor de 32 °C es difícil de tolerar ni por 5 minutos, imagina tener que aguantarlo durante horas. Los perros que se dejan encadenados afuera, no pueden refugiarse del calor, refrescarse ni sentarse comodos.
#NoAlMaltratoAnimal
This man repeatedly HIT & YANKED the horse who collapsed in NYC.
This isn't an isolated incident.
It will only end when everyone STOPS using horses as transportation 😡
⚠️ CONVICTED | Mark Hewitson, 58, from #leyland, Lancashire PR25 – set an illegal wildlife trap which caused serious injuries to a pet cat.
The unnamed family pet (pictured) was caught in the trap on January 9, 2026, and returned home with injuries so severe that his leg had to be amputated.
Following an investigation, Mark Hewitson was arrested by officers from Lancashire Constabulary’s South Rural Task Force. He was subsequently charged with causing unnecessary suffering to a protected animal and use of an animal trap in circumstances for which it is not approved.
In court, he admitted the charges and was fined and ordered to pay compensation to the cat’s owner.
PC Sam Davey from the South Rural Task Force said: “This was a distressing incident which caused significant and avoidable suffering to a much-loved pet.
“Traps must only ever be used in a lawful and responsible manner, and in this case they were clearly not.
“We take reports of animal cruelty extremely seriously, and this outcome reflects that.
“I hope it also serves as a reminder that misuse of traps can have devastating consequences, and those responsible will be held accountable.”
Sentencing | fined £112 and ordered to pay £750 in compensation. Confiscation of two spring-loaded traps.
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Another evil animal abuser gets a wrist slap, this is a shocking read.🤬🤬
What weak looking Rab C Nesbit combover excuse of a man, how could you? 😡
A man from Dundee that brutally inflicted multiple injuries on a 10-month-old kitten leading to the animal's death has avoided prison.
Kevin Shewan pleaded guilty to causing his cat, Shadow, unnecessary suffering by inflicting multiple non-accidental injuries to the head and body over a four-month period, resulting in euthanasia.
The court heard that Shewan’s sister had reported him to the Scottish SPCA over concerns about the cat’s welfare.
In August 2025, the PDSA pet hospital in Dundee treated Shadow, for an eye injury
The damage to his eye was so severe that it had to be removed.
Two months later, Shadow returned to the same veterinary hospital suffering from lameness. It was discovered that he had sustained two pelvic fractures.
He was admitted for castration two months after that but was found to have a fracture to a hind leg and a broken canine tooth.
Very sadly, vets felt there was no option but to put Shadow to sleep on welfare grounds.
The judge allowed him to walk free from court with 250 hours of unpaid work
Just got a call from a friend in my town …
To sum it up - an older man had a stroke in my town and can’t take care of his dog. There’s no information about how old the dog is, name, breed, etc. looks mixed breed to me.
They tell me he’s very friendly. I can’t take another rescue right now, because I have 10, and Pedro is old and needs extra care.
Here’s some pictures, if anyone is interested, I’ll pay the initial vet bills, he probably needs some care.
The dogs who were destined to be slaughtered for Yulin’s dog meat “festival” have been given a second chance.
These vulnerable dogs were rescued from a slaughterhouse in China, where they faced a horrific fate. Today, they are safe and the slaughterhouse is closed—but their journey is far from over.
Many need veterinary care and ongoing support as they recover from the trauma they’ve endured. Will you help give these dogs the care they deserve and help save more animals from suffering? Please, donate NOW. https://t.co/14yS5OjXxf
Tonight, a carriage horse collapsed and died in Central Park. We do not yet know this horse’s name, age, history, or what caused their death — but we do know this: no horse should spend their life pulling a carriage through the streets of Manhattan.
We have seen this before. Ryder. Lady. Aisha. Charlie. Smoothie. And now another horse whose life ended on the pavement.
This moment demands more than outrage. It demands action. On Thursday, the City Council will reintroduce Ryder’s Law — legislation to finally transition New York City away from horse carriages and retire the horses to sanctuaries.
That future will include the workers, too. Carriage drivers deserve a real transition plan with stable jobs, protections, and benefits — and we are ready to work with TWU and all stakeholders to make that happen.
But doing nothing is not an option. Another horse is dead on the streets of New York City.
For the horses. For the workers. For New York City.
Pass Ryder’s Law.
Brian has a pup. The fell has not seen one in a while, and the fell has opinions, and so does the pup, and almost none of them are correct yet.
His name is Moss. He is a Border Collie, fourteen weeks old, black and white and entirely convinced, and he has arrived on a Cumbrian hill to learn the oldest job a dog has in this country, which is to move sheep without harming a hair on them, using nothing but position, patience, and the strange ancient power that a collie carries in its eyes.
Because that is the thing about a collie, the intricacy that makes the breed what it is. A collie does not herd by chasing or biting. It herds by "the eye," a fixed, crouching, predatory stare inherited straight from the wolf, the look that says to a sheep "I am a hunter and you will move," delivered by a dog that has been bred for a century and a half to feel the entire predatory sequence right up to the final pounce and then stop, and hold, and never complete it. A working sheepdog is a wolf that has been taught to do everything except the last thing. The control is the whole art.
Moss has the eye. He does not yet have the control. He has, this week, "gathered" a watering can, a wheelbarrow, three hens belonging to the neighbour, and Brian's wife's washing, dropping into the crouch and giving each of them the full ancestral stare before attempting to move it somewhere it did not wish to go.
Brian is not worried. Brian has done this before, more times than he will say, and he knows that the instinct arriving wrong and early is exactly how it is meant to arrive, and that the job now is years of patient shaping, the pup working beside an older dog and an older man until the wolf in him learns the one rule that makes him useful instead of dangerous: everything except the last thing.
Moss gave Doris the eye on Tuesday.
Doris, who has been stared at by better, carried on grazing.
Moss sat down, confused. The first lesson on the fell, delivered free, by a ewe: the look only works on something that believes it. He has a great deal to learn. He is exactly where he should be.
New Jersey grocery store owner is seeking the public’s help in identifying a couple caught on surveillance video installing a credit card skimmer on a payment terminal at Gold Valley Supermarket.
SAVE LUCY!
Her family thought she may be released to them on Monday.
As of today, Lucy is still locked up in a cell, away from her family.
Enough already. This is a 12 year old dog. It’s time to reunite this family with their beloved Lucy.
Please FREE LUCY 🙏