DianaPalominos and lambs
March 23rd 2008 00:36
We woke today to the sound of rain on the roof. Puddles were on the road as I drove in and out of town to get bread and milk. Emu got 1 mm. Wow.
On Good Friday me and the kids left the city and filed slowly along in the heay traffic thick with boats, trailers and caravans.
Two hours later the traffic thinned and we sped along until we reached our own type of country: Ironbark, granite and quartz. Gold country.
Dry as dust. Sheep filled. Big big sky.
Beautiful.
My children, pale and tense from a term of 'striving' have unfurled and dirtied. Happily, they have not had a shower since we arrived. The border collie pup, nearly 5 months old, has lost her 'city' polish and is grey and white.
Father and son have re-bonded over the motorbike.
Daughters are happy grooming their ponies and riding around in the bush.
I am happy gooming and riding my palomino mare, (abandoned and rescued when a foal, now 23 years old) still 'young' and strong as ever.
Yesterday we mustered all our sheep from over the back. Many of them have tiny lambs at foot, many twins, others are heavily inlamb.
Next doors' white suffolk rams have got in with them, which is a bit unfortunate. There were seven rams all running around together! Not fighting, which is surprising.
We set the lap-top up and went through the tedious process of recording all the sheep details. The kids did this. And helped tag, drench and mark the sheep. It is a hands-on effort.
During our breaks we swam the horses in the nearby dam, except Zoe's which refuses to go near water.
The puppy, Boots, had her first in-yard experience with some lambs and is showing up well.
Last night we went to the nice old Edwardian church and boosted their Easter service attendance, a good thing as it is perilously close to being shut down.
Today it is more sheep work. what have you done this Easter?
On Good Friday me and the kids left the city and filed slowly along in the heay traffic thick with boats, trailers and caravans.
Two hours later the traffic thinned and we sped along until we reached our own type of country: Ironbark, granite and quartz. Gold country.
Dry as dust. Sheep filled. Big big sky.
Beautiful.
My children, pale and tense from a term of 'striving' have unfurled and dirtied. Happily, they have not had a shower since we arrived. The border collie pup, nearly 5 months old, has lost her 'city' polish and is grey and white.
Father and son have re-bonded over the motorbike.
Daughters are happy grooming their ponies and riding around in the bush.
I am happy gooming and riding my palomino mare, (abandoned and rescued when a foal, now 23 years old) still 'young' and strong as ever.
Yesterday we mustered all our sheep from over the back. Many of them have tiny lambs at foot, many twins, others are heavily inlamb.
Next doors' white suffolk rams have got in with them, which is a bit unfortunate. There were seven rams all running around together! Not fighting, which is surprising.
We set the lap-top up and went through the tedious process of recording all the sheep details. The kids did this. And helped tag, drench and mark the sheep. It is a hands-on effort.
During our breaks we swam the horses in the nearby dam, except Zoe's which refuses to go near water.
The puppy, Boots, had her first in-yard experience with some lambs and is showing up well.
Last night we went to the nice old Edwardian church and boosted their Easter service attendance, a good thing as it is perilously close to being shut down.
Today it is more sheep work. what have you done this Easter?
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