Carole Owen

ALL I CAN HEAR IS MACHINERY!! So many are out in their gardens tidying it up. Lives will be lost as not everyone knows to check long grass before cutting it. DON'T cut right to the edge of the grass, hedge or border as hedgehogs may be resting there. Please spread the word x

❌ REPOST OF THIS VILE KITTEN ABUSER WHO STILL WALKS AMONGST SOCIETY 🚨 BEN MURKIN 🌍 MILL LANE, FORDHAM, ELY ⚠️KNOW HIS FACE⚠️ A sadistic animal abuser has avoided prison after inflicting catastrophic injuries on a kitten after throwing it at a wall, a door and down the stairs. Ben Murkin, of Mill Lane, Fordham, Ely, appeared at Cambridge Crown Court on March 6 to be sentenced in a prosecution brought forward by the RSPCA. On March 6, 2024, a veterinary practice was contacted by a family member who said Murkin's cat Whisper had fallen and was struggling to breathe. By the time they arrived at the practice with Whisper, the kitten had already passed away after being in immense pain and suffering. Whisper's death was reported to the RSPCA after concerns about the injuries. An independent post mortem found that Whisper had suffered injuries including a bruised head, a left eye haemorrhage, reddening and bruising of the tail area, and multiple injuries to limbs, consistent with a strong human grip. Murkin claimed the injuries occurred when he was carrying out CPR. The post mortem also found evidence of current and old rib fractures and a fracture on the lumber vertebrae. He had also ignored advice from the bet to bring the cat back on two occasions. These included after bringing in the kitten for limping after a supposed fall in December 2023 and in February 2024 after treatment for a fractured tooth and red gums. Some of the specific acts of cruelty detailed in court included kicking Whisper against a wall, picking her up by the tail and throwing her down the stairs, and throwing Whisper against the door. The expert vet concluded in their report: “It is my expert opinion that clearly Whisper suffered as a result of the injuries she sustained however they were caused. She sustained multiple and severe injuries both to her lip and upper canine, to her ribs on the right hand side and then to her face, chest and abdomen in the final incident. “All of these will have caused her to suffer pain and distress. The final set of injuries the duration of the suffering will only have lasted as long as she remained conscious which is likely to have been a short period of time. “It is my expert opinion that the injuries sustained by Whisper were the result of deliberate and intentional trauma inflicted upon her by a person with the intention of her causing her serious harm and suffering.” The court heard he got Whisper with his girlfriend as emotional support as he was lonely. When the relationship ended, he started to resent the cat. The judge described Murkin's actions as an "extraordinary response". The judge noted this had been "astonishing cruelty to an animal" and said Murkin had committed other acts of physical violence on the cat. The offence was placed in the highest category because the injuries were "prolonged and repeated, inflicted with significant force, and resulted in death". Murkin had pleaded guilty to two counts of causing unnecessary suffering to Whisper by inflicting trauma causing injury and for failing to provide prompt veterinary treatment, in respect of the injury to the cat’s gums and fractured canine tooth. He was given a 22-month prison sentenced that has been suspended for 18 months. He has been ordered to carry out 240 hours of unpaid work and 20 Rehabilitation Activity Requirement days. He has been banned for keeping all animals for life and was ordered to pay £500 court costs and £187 victim surcharge. RSPCA Inspector Emily Astillberry said: "The actions in this case were of astonishing cruelty to a defenceless animal. It is heart-breaking to hear what Whisper - this small ragdoll kitten - had to endure such cruel and sustained suffering. She was still so young when she died and had to endure such pain and suffering during this short life.”

Activist: "Take the sheep off. Let the hill be wild again." Farmer: "Wild like Snowdonia in a calendar?" Activist: "Yes." Farmer: "The calendar was shot in a sheep-grazed valley. Take the sheep off and the shoot becomes a chest-high wall of bracken. Photographer can't see the lake." Activist: "Bracken's still part of the ecosystem." Farmer: "Bracken is the ecosystem when nothing keeps it in check. Spreading at a thousand hectares a year since the seventies. The hills you think look wild are the hills the sheep have been gardening for eight thousand years." Activist: "So nature needs your sheep." Farmer: "Nature here needs a grazer. It used to be aurochs and elk. Both extinct. The sheep is the understudy. Take her off and you don't get the original cast. You get a fern that gives cancer to anything that eats it and hides ticks that give Lyme to anyone who walks through it." Activist: "..." Farmer: "The wild you're imagining is a postcard. The sheep is the artist. The bracken is the version where you sacked her."

The Official Vitamin D Optimisation Protocol (Not endorsed by anyone with a marketing budget) Step 1: Cancel your supplement subscription. You will not need it. Step 2: Bin every seed oil in the house. Sunflower. Rapeseed. The "vegetable oil" with no specified vegetable. Yes, the expensive one too. Step 3: Replace with butter, tallow, lard, ghee, and the dripping you've been told to throw away. Step 4: Eat all the beef, cheese, eggs, and butter in sight. Then find some more. Step 5: Go outside. I know. Radical. Step 6: Roll up your sleeves. Expose the parts of you that haven't seen daylight since the second lockdown. Step 7: Build up gradually. Ten minutes. Then twenty. The factor 50 industry would prefer you forgot that your skin has been doing this for millions of years. Step 8: Wait three months. Better sleep. Steadier mood. Skin that tans where it used to burn. Step 9: Reap the profits. Supplement money: yours. Sunscreen money: yours. Statin money: yours. The decade you'd have spent slightly tired and slightly inflamed: yours. Step 10: Tell precisely no one. Smile. Nod. Go back outside.

Police have released a picture of this man who attacked and elderly man on a train ....SHARE GET HIS FACE OUT THERE GET HIM FOUND!

Hi @NewcastleCC. Kittiwakes are getting stuck in this mesh tower on the Tyne Bridge. Can someone let them out, please?

@MrJamesMay I’m so sorry but your post made me smile too x

My mate Bouncer died yesterday. He’d lived with us for 13 years as a furry, purring, permanently migrating ornament. I didn’t know I could feel such grief for a witless bag of bones who destroyed my favourite sofa and crapped in the shower tray. Below is a picture taken on the day he selected me at the animal shelter.

"A ten-year-old started screaming about a wave no one could see—and 100 people lived because her parents believed her. December 26, 2004. Mai Khao Beach, Phuket, Thailand. Christmas holiday. Perfect weather. The Smith family walked along the sand on their first overseas vacation together. Then Tilly noticed something wrong. The water wasn't behaving normally. ""It wasn't calm and it wasn't going in and then out,"" she later recalled. ""It was just coming in and in and in."" The sea had turned frothy—""like you get on a beer,"" she said. ""It was sort of sizzling."" Any other ten-year-old might have thought it strange. Tilly knew exactly what it meant. Two weeks earlier, her geography teacher Andrew Kearney had shown the class footage of the 1946 tsunami that devastated Hawaii. He taught them the warning signs: sea receding unusually far, frothy bubbling water, ocean behaving strangely. Tilly was watching those exact warning signs unfold in front of her. She started screaming at her parents. ""There's going to be a tsunami!"" They didn't believe her. They couldn't see any wave. The sky was clear. The beach was calm. But Tilly wouldn't stop. She became more insistent, more frantic. ""I'm going,"" she finally said. ""I'm definitely going. There is definitely going to be a tsunami."" Her father Colin heard the urgency in her voice. He decided to trust his daughter. By coincidence, a Japanese man nearby overheard Tilly use the word ""tsunami."" He'd just heard news of an earthquake in Sumatra. ""I think your daughter's right,"" he said. Colin alerted hotel staff. They began evacuating immediately. Tilly's mother Penny was one of the last to leave. She had to sprint as the water began rushing in behind her. ""I ran,"" she recalled, ""and then I thought I was going to die."" They made it to the second floor with seconds to spare. Then the wave hit. Thirty feet tall. Everything on the beach—beds, palm trees, debris—was swept into the pool and beyond. ""Even if you hadn't drowned,"" Penny later said, ""you would have been hit by something."" The 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami killed over 230,000 people across 14 countries. Entire beaches in Phuket were wiped out. But at Mai Khao Beach, not a single person died. Because a ten-year-old girl paid attention in geography class. Tilly was hailed as the ""Angel of the Beach."" She received awards, spoke at the United Nations, met Bill Clinton. Her story is now taught in schools worldwide. Her father Colin still thinks about what could have happened. ""If she hadn't told us, we would have just kept on walking,"" he said. ""I'm convinced we would have died."" Tilly still credits her teacher. ""If it wasn't for Mr. Kearney,"" she told the UN, ""I'd probably be dead and so would my family."" Two weeks. One lesson. One hundred lives. That's the power of education.

When Dylan Tombides found a lump, he was still a teenager trying to make his way at West Ham. He went to a local doctor and was told it was a benign cyst. He was 17, living away from home, trying to become a footballer, and the last thing on his mind was cancer. “All I was thinking about was getting in the West Ham team and taking my driving test.” Then he went away with Australia to the Under-17 World Cup in Mexico. After the last game, he was selected for a random drugs test. The result came back with two possibilities. He had either taken a banned substance, or there was a tumour in his body. Dylan knew which one it was. He came back to England on the Thursday. On the Friday, West Ham arranged the scan. By the Monday, he had his testicle removed. By the weekend, he was starting chemotherapy. His mum Tracy tried to give him something to hold on to. “I believe you’re going to be a cancer patient for a very short time, but you’ll be a professional athlete for a long, long time.” So Dylan treated it like that. He dealt with the treatment when he had to. But whenever his body let him, he went back to being a footballer. He kept going into training. He kept trying to build himself back up. And inside West Ham, people could not believe what they were seeing. Carlton Cole later said nobody at the club really knew what to do with it at first. “It was a difficult situation, especially for someone so young, but the boy just kept on going.” Matt Jarvis came in that summer and did not even realise straight away what Dylan had already been through. “I only ever saw him smiling.” That was what made it so hard to understand. Dylan was going through something most people could not imagine, and yet around the club he was still smiling, still training, still trying to get closer to the first team. Then, on the 25th of September 2012, Sam Allardyce gave him that moment. West Ham were playing Wigan in the League Cup at Upton Park. Dylan came on for his debut with six minutes left. He was 18. Just over a year earlier, he had been told he had cancer. Allardyce never forgot it. “He was one of the bravest characters I have ever met.” “Football was his life, and he didn’t miss a day’s training even when he wasn’t fit enough to train because of his treatment.” By December, he was back on high-dose chemotherapy. He needed stem-cell transplants. Then in January 2014, after everything his body had already been through, he still went to play for Australia at the AFC Under-22 Championship. Four games in eight days. When he returned to England, he was told the treatment was no longer working. Dylan passed away on the 18th of April 2014. He was 20 years old. The next day, West Ham played Crystal Palace at Upton Park. His dad Jim and his brother Taylor walked out and laid his number 38 shirt on the centre spot. West Ham then retired the number. Before Dylan, the only player in the club’s history to receive that honour was Bobby Moore. #football

A farmer dies in April 2026. His son inherits the farm. The farm has been in the family since 1847. The farm consists of: 300 acres of grazing pasture, a farmhouse built in 1892, a barn, a milking parlour, two tractors of varying ages, a Land Rover that runs about 70% of the time, and a herd of 180 Hereford-cross cattle. On paper, the farm is worth approximately £3.2 million. This is because land near him has been bought recently by a London hedge fund looking for carbon credits, which has dragged the comparable value of every field within forty miles upward to a number nobody local can justify. In cash, the farm produces a profit of about £28,000 a year in a good year. In a bad year it loses money. The son also works as a fencing contractor three days a week to keep the operation viable. The inheritance tax bill on a £3.2 million estate, even at the reduced 20% rate, comes to approximately £140,000 after the increased threshold is applied. The son does not have £140,000. The son has never had £140,000. The son has £4,200 in his current account and an overdraft. The son sells 60 acres to a developer to pay the tax. The developer puts solar panels on the 60 acres. The remaining herd cannot be sustained on the reduced land. The herd is sold. The barn becomes a holiday let. A different family eats Brazilian beef this Christmas without knowing why the price went up. The Treasury collects £140,000. The land never produces British food again.

Eduardo is a Huacaya alpaca on a smallholding in the Brecon Beacons. Eduardo was imported from Peru thirteen years ago by a couple who saw alpacas on a documentary and made what their friends described as an inadvisable lifestyle decision. The couple is still here. So is Eduardo. Eduardo's job is not, technically, food production. Eduardo's job is to stand in the field looking magnificent, produce a kilo or two of premium fleece per year, and occasionally spit at things that displease him. What Eduardo also does, however, is graze. Eduardo grazes the rough grass that grows on the steep section of the smallholding where no machine can operate. Eduardo's hooves are softer than a sheep's. He does not poach the wet ground. He browses lightly, distributes manure evenly, and supports a small but functional ecosystem on a hectare that would otherwise revert to bracken within four years. Eduardo is a ruminant the way a cousin at a wedding is family. Technically yes, slightly different, but at the core of it the same digestive miracle: bacteria converting grass into something useful. The couple now keep eight alpacas, six sheep, two cattle, and a goat called Cerys who has opinions. The smallholding produces meat, milk, fleece, lanolin, and a small income from the alpaca-trekking experiences they sell to visitors from Cardiff. The land is in better condition than it was when they bought it. Nobody has produced a documentary about this. The original documentary, the one with the Peruvian alpacas, was about climate change. The connection has not been drawn.

I quite like my neighbours I feed their cat so they can go off all over on holidays but I wish to god she not FaceTime family so bloody loudly as soon as she gets sat outside I feel I’m in on stuff I’d rather not be … then there’s the reels oh the reels…🙄 📢

This is @Redcarracing What is wrong with some people?

Aujourd’hui, j’étais à la banque, dans la file d’attente devant un distributeur. Devant moi, un monsieur très âgé. Plus de quatre-vingts ans, sûrement. Il tenait une enveloppe dans la main, un peu tremblante. Quand ce fut son tour, je l’ai observé discrètement. Il touchait l’écran, hésitait, revenait en arrière… Je voyais bien qu’il ne comprenait pas. L’écran, les boutons, les étapes… tout semblait trop rapide pour lui. La file derrière commençait à s’impatienter. Lui, il s’est retourné vers moi, avec un regard gêné mais digne, et il m’a demandé, tout doucement : « Vous pourriez m’aider… s’il vous plaît ? » Je me suis avancée tout de suite. Je lui ai expliqué calmement, étape par étape. Sans jamais toucher son argent. Par respect. Par pudeur. Par délicatesse. Il voulait faire un dépôt. Il a réussi, lentement, en se concentrant. Quand l’opération s’est terminée, il avait l’air soulagé. Comme un enfant fier d’avoir réussi. Il m’a remerciée avec un sourire incroyable. Et juste avant de partir, il a sorti un billet de 10 euros de sa poche et a voulu me le donner. J’ai refusé. Il a insisté. Il m’a dit que c’était « pour le petit-déjeuner ». Pour me remercier à sa manière. J’ai décliné encore, doucement. Et là, je suis repartie avec un nœud dans la gorge. Parce que ce monsieur… ce n’est pas un cas isolé. Ils sont nombreux, nos parents, nos grands-parents, perdus face à un monde devenu trop numérique, trop rapide, trop froid. Perdus devant les écrans, les bornes, les applications, les mots de passe. Ces gens ont construit le pays dans lequel on vit. Ils ont travaillé toute leur vie. Ils ont payé, cotisé, élevé des enfants, tenu des familles. Et aujourd’hui, on les laisse seuls face à des machines qui ne parlent pas, dans des banques sans guichet, dans des hôpitaux sans accueil, dans des administrations sans humain. On parle d’innovation, de progrès, de modernité… Mais on oublie l’essentiel : l’humain. S’arrêter cinq minutes pour aider quelqu’un, ça ne coûte rien. Mais pour eux, ça change tout. Parfois je me demande : est-ce qu’on avance vraiment… ou est-ce qu’on devient juste plus rapides à oublier les autres ?

🚨 TRIAL UPDATE: HENRY NOWAK – WHAT WE KNOW 🚨 Henry was only 18 — a first-year student, kind, full of life, loved by everyone who knew him. FOREVER 18. He was walking home, unarmed, after a night out, when he was stabbed 4 times with a 21cm blade — one wound piercing his lung. He tried to run, crying out that he was dying. IN COURT: 🔹 Vickrum Digwa (23) → charged with murder. Phone footage shows him saying “I am a bad man” just before the incident. Later found with Henry’s phone in his pocket. 🔹 Kiran Kaur (53) → charged with assisting an offender. Evidence shows she removed the murder weapon from the scene and hid it. Both plead NOT GUILTY. They claim self-defence, and falsely describe Henry as drunk, aggressive, and racist. BUT NEWS REPORTS & EVIDENCE PROVE THE TRUTH: ✅ Witnesses, video footage, and forensics confirm: Henry was calm, posed no threat, and had no weapon. ✅ Digwa chased Henry after stabbing him — proving he was not acting in defence. ✅ Medical reports: The injuries were catastrophic — he had no chance of survival. 💔 TWO TIMES HE WAS FAILED 💔 1️⃣ First — by the violence: His life was stolen in a brutal, unprovoked attack. He did absolutely nothing to deserve it. 2️⃣ Then — by the system: When police arrived, they believed their version instantly. Henry lay bleeding to death on the pavement… and THEY PUT HANDCUFFS ON HIM. Treated like a criminal, while those responsible stood free. He died there, still restrained. It took weeks of public pressure and new evidence before arrests were finally made. Two failures. One innocent boy lost. We will never let them drag his name through the mud. The facts are clear. The only possible verdict is GUILTY. Rest in peace, Henry. The truth is known — and it will stand 💔🕊🙏 #HenryNowak #JusticeForHenryNowak #Forever18

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Please keep the pressure on about the Dartmoor pony cull these have been apart of our country since the ice age ! They are going to get rid of them no doubt to put more houses in their place for foreigners stop this !

Activist: "Dairy is the cruellest industry." Farmer: "She's stood at the gate waiting to be milked. Came in on her own." Activist: "Yes, but you separated her from her calf." Farmer: "After a day. She gives forty litres. The calf needs six. He'd be the size of a sofa by lunchtime." Activist: "Only because she's bred to overproduce." Farmer: "Bred over ten thousand years to feed three calves through a Pleistocene winter. We are the spare calves she was prepared for." Activist: "Doesn't excuse forced impregnation." Farmer: "She's bellowing across three fields and standing on her friend. The cow files the request. I do the paperwork." Activist: "And the milking machines hurt her." Farmer: "She walks in herself. The door's open the other way. She has never used it." Activist: "Her body will break down at five." Farmer: "My oldest girl is twelve and currently bullying the heifers off the trough. Tell her she's broken down. I'll wait." Activist: "..." Farmer: "She is laughing. You just don't speak cow."

@taniakindersley Phew starting a post like that made my heart sink a bit until I quickly read on!!

I'm sorry to have to tell you that the red mare was prancing today. She is twenty-three years old, trained in the ways of slowness, and she pranced all the way through the woods. (Then obviously posed for photographs looking as if butter would not melt in her mouth.)

If anybody has elderly family, and use Care Connect emergency system, please let them know there's a tele call scam going on. Caller tries to get them to pay a new rate, £39.99 mnth, or lose the service. It's a scam. Police now investigating.