‘In a world of sharp words, stony glances, concrete hearts and hardened minds, be the softest place’ Jen Brady A friend’s 3-year-old granddaughter had recently learnt to ride her scooter. She loved it. She’d ride it and clean it daily. …

Refrigerated lorries mean there is no need to send animals on 60-hour journeys to be slaughtered Goodness, it’s been a rollercoaster ride. I wrote previously about how this year was a big one in prospect, not least because of the coronation of a new King and a possible ban on…

As I shivered in the fading light, the wait seemed eternal. Everywhere was cold and quiet, the kind of brittle stillness where the snap of a twig rippled through the air. For ages, nothing happened. Then came an evocative sound that gave me goosebumps: a rattling bugle like the trumpeting…

BY PHILIP LYMBERY OCTOBER 24, 2023 7:00 AM EDT Lymbery is global chief executive of Compassion in World Farming, a former United Nations Food Systems Champion, and award-winning author. His latest book, co-edited with Michel Vandenbosch, is Cultivated Meat to Secure Our Future: Hope for Animals, Food Security and the…

It might sound like a space-saving idea, but more than half of the UK’s cropland is devoted to feeding farm animals kept in cages Browse the shelves of major supermarkets these days and you’ll be hard-pressed to find any eggs from caged hens. Not because they’re sold out, but because…

Cows have their own language, mooing in fear, disbelief, anger, hunger or distress Outside our bedroom window is a cow barn so close I could bounce a ball off it. It’s where our neighbour’s 40 cows stay during the winter. Living so close to cows, you get to know their…

Insects are fascinating, trees make us happy and sea eagles are just magical Treshnish on the Isle of Mull and sweeping meadows dance with colour. Backed by mountainous green hills punctured by jagged rock, carpets of flowers stretch to the sea. Whilst peering at orchids on my hands and knees…

Treshnish on the isle of Mull, Inner Hebrides and sweeping meadows dance with colour. Backed by mountainous green hills punctured by jagged rock, carpets of flower-rich meadows stretch to the sea. Whilst peering at orchids on my hands and knees, a shadow strokes past. Startled, I look up to see…

Duke came to us as a tiny rescue pup of ten weeks old. He’d been abandoned in a park with his sister on a cold winter’s day. The heroic folks at South East Dog Rescue in Kent took them in. We’ll never forget arriving home together with Duke. We found…