Butterscotch arrived at our New York Shelter with a swollen mass on her face, which had destroyed her left eye.

Spring break came early this year for a certain Cornell University resident.

The sheep are old and frail. Some have one or two teeth left; others have none.

It sat unclaimed in the post office until postal workers realized that something was amiss and contacted local animal control. Inside the box were more than 100 newborn chicks.

The details of Monet and Matisse’s journey to our New York Shelter are a mystery.

Hanging upside-down, tied by their feet, their bodies bruised and backs nearly bald of feathers — that was the state Juno and Diana were in when they were found by a certain Good Samaritan.

This summer, a northern California wildlife rescuer was walking in her neighborhood when she saw a group of children tossing something back and forth among themselves.

Albert was an escape artist. This miniature donkey snuck off his caregiver’s property in Northern California so many times that the local police decided they’d had enough of him.

To many, a small backyard chicken flock conveys the image of an idyllic urban homestead — the very antithesis of the factory egg farm. But for nearly all backyard hens, life begins the same way it does for factory farmed birds, and it often ends much the same way as well.

Turpentine was surely destined for someone’s dinner table. Thanks to a Farm Sanctuary member, however, this handsome fellow is busy charming caregivers and visitors at our New York Shelter instead.