
Clarabelle's Island Coconut
Meet Clarabelle. She spent years giving everything to a system that demanded it. Now she gets to just... be. Soft. Safe. Rested. Clarabelle's Island Coconut is our way of honoring her second chapter—
Dispatches from the sanctuary. Every rescue, every recovery, every rooster who thinks sunrise is his personal achievement.
Cold nights are coming. Ten dollars buys a bale, and every shelter on the property needs filling.
Where the hens rule, the roosters reign, and the ducks were never formally invited.
They see the hay. They want the hay. They will have the hay.
Sponsorship for the cats who live with us at the sanctuary as permanent residents.
Funding the pipeline that brings ferals from shelter euthanasia lists to forever placements across Julian backcountry.

Meet Clarabelle. She spent years giving everything to a system that demanded it. Now she gets to just... be. Soft. Safe. Rested. Clarabelle's Island Coconut is our way of honoring her second chapter—

sly's trying to send a message, but something tells us it's getting lost in translation.

Stamped 'no sale' and left for dead, a pig named Zipper arrived too dehydrated for an IV — then slowly remembered how to be herself.

A 500-kV transmission line threatens to permanently sever the last connected habitat corridor that Peninsular bighorn sheep need to survive — a species already kept alive by emergency helicopter water drops.

The barn runs on resourcefulness — bent wire becomes a latch, old hay becomes bedding — and this week the cosmos asks you to build enough margin to be useful when someone else runs out.

smokey learns that sometimes the green-eyed monster looks a lot like a very stubborn donkey.

A balloon released at a graduation can become a desert tortoise's last meal — and that's not hypothetical, that's biology.

Let me introduce you to Rebel, the shadow queen of Steampunk Farms. This tortoise shell cat doesn’t just roam our twenty acres—she owns them, patrolling with the sharp focus of a feral detective. She’

There's magic in the small things—a bar of soap that smells like midnight forest wanderings, and a pig named Wilson who taught us that freedom is sometimes just one clever move away. Lather up Wilson'

Sparrow has turned hay delivery into her personal throne installation. She scales that bale every morning to survey her kingdom, which consists of approximately thirty other chickens, a handful of duck

When 800 pounds of Duroc pig decides your water bowl needs refilling, you listen. Sylvester has turned bowl-tipping into an art form — and honestly, we're impressed by his management style.

Tashi & Hiro get to do the thing that matters most: stay together. Nose boops, shoulder bumps, ordinary days turned into quiet adventure. That's what sanctuary means. Their soap smells like cherry bl