Freedom Acres Farm Animal Sanctuary

11/22/2025

Sup

11/19/2025

Ohhhh

11/19/2025

Never a dull moment around here.

Someone asked if I could take in a rooster they’d found, and I said yes—because I know no one else would. To my surprise (and dismay), he turned out to be an ex–cockfighting rooster. That means he cannot be anywhere near other roosters or even see another rooster… which is a big ask on a farm full of roosters.

Luckily, I had an under-construction garden area I could convert for him. A tree fell there, so it’s a bit of a mess right now, but it’s big and shady and will be really nice once it’s finished. The only problem was, he really shouldn’t live alone.

As if on cue, two different people reached out asking if I could take their six-year-old hens. At that age, they don’t lay much (if at all), so sanctuaries are usually their only option. I said yes, thinking they could be his little retirement flock. There were six hens to start, but I had to remove two because he was bullying them and not letting them eat. So now there are four with him.

And let me tell you: he is no gentleman. He eats first, chases them away from the food, and only lets them eat when he decides his mealtime is over. Maybe, with time, he’ll learn some manners.

11/06/2025

I was born in a place where the lights never dimmed and the machine noise never stopped. Never a quiet moment. We were counted by the thousands, but not by names. My body grew too fast.
My legs shook, and when I fell, there wasn’t space to rest—only more bodies, more
noise, more days that felt the same.
One morning they loaded us into crowded crates and onto a transport truck bound for
slaughter. The metal rattled, the road roared, and I was pressed so tightly that I could hardly to
breathe. Somewhere along that road a door shifted and I tumbled out onto the asphalt. I
couldn’t move. I was bleeding all over and terrified as cars rushed past.
Finally, one car slowed. A woman turned around, lifted me gently, and drove an hour and
a half to a place called Freedom Acres.
Upon arrival loving hands moved quickly. I felt a needle’s pinch, the
a little easing of pain. They also gave me antibiotics, and warm fluids under my skin. They
cleaned and covered my wounds. Someone kept saying my name—Ava. I didn’t know I
had a name until then.
The barn was quiet and warm. They helped into the night. In the end I
opened my eyes and held them open for a long time, and they thought I was getting better. They told me about the friends I would make, how I could run and frolic under the
sun. I could feel the love in the room.
I waited until they stepped out for a moment, I knew my time had come. I let go softly, grateful
they would understand
what my long look meant—that I was saying thank you, and goodbye.
If you’re reading this, please remember me. When you hear about places like the one I
came from, think of a single bird with a name. Think of the person who turned around,
the hands that tried, the love that stayed. If you can, try to make the world a little softer for the
ones who are still waiting to be seen.

— Ava

In rescue, love always sits beside loss. Tonight we carry both. Fly free, sweet Ava—we’ll remember you.

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11/02/2025

10/29/2025

Such a memorable day, the cows got out and we were trying to get them back to the farm without any side trips,
they are almost home and look how cute Dante is 

10/29/2025

Look at the cows, running behind the horses, thinking that they’re supposed to do the same thing so cute

10/21/2025

Sometimes the best therapy doesn’t come in words — it comes in stillness. A gentle touch, a breath shared, and the soft rustle of leaves. 💚

This horse reminds us that connection isn’t always loud or planned — it just happens when we slow down long enough to notice.

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10/15/2025

Hello from the most beautiful Chicken in the world
my name is Fleur, my mom was trying to find out what breed I am, and she ultimately figured out that I am no breed. I am a unique one-of-a-kind mixture. She laughed because a lady had called her saying that some Chicken was hanging around her house for a week, she asked if she had fed her she said no. My mom immediately took me.
imagine her surprise when she discovered she had the most beautiful chicken in the world. Too bad the other chickens don’t think so. No one likes me actually, except Mom of course. Or maybe they’re just all jealous.

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10/12/2025

Leader of the pack