Diane, a founding member of the Fellowship of the Farmy who has been reading since the very first day of the blog asked me a question this week about her blue heeler who has a torn ACL. (This link has a good picture of… Continue Reading “How to: BooBoo’s torn ACL”
A real cloud not a metaphorical one – thankfully. Tima is such a round barrel that her speed in this shot can only be determined by seeing TonTon (stick in mouth as usual) hurrying along beside her. When Tane hurries his movements smooth right… Continue Reading “Under a cloud”
Autumn has come. It came on fast actually. The leaves held their green for as long as they could in this wet warm autumn. Now finally the trees have begun to turn their coats and the leaves to release their tenuous hold on life and… Continue Reading “Golden Fall”
I have a surprise coming for Aunty’s Day tomorrow. (I have always found Mothers Day just a little too Sugary for me – I much prefer Aunty’s Day). And as my sister is visiting, and is The Aunty in residence so we have an… Continue Reading “All good”
Up the back of a lovely old house, on a hill in Mirimar, in Wellington, New Zealand – is a wild garden. Wild. You could get lost in this garden. So I did. (You can tell I am talking to my middle sister on the… Continue Reading “A garden in the city”
We had a good old fashioned farming day yesterday. Mama and Mia were shifted into the rat house paddock, separated from the lambs now for a good while. Mia has gone for company and Mama because that naughty Meadow is still stealing a drink… Continue Reading “Oh dear”
We were still setting up at the retirement home when the residents started arriving. At one point I said to one of the nurses, wow there are a lot of people here and she said, Oh my dear, that is only one wing, there… Continue Reading “Minty, TonTon and The chicks get some Retirement Home loving!”
I went to bed last night after loading my pictures for this morning. But I had no words in my head. I looked at the writing book that sits beside the bed, it’s pen at the ready, then reached past it for the reading… Continue Reading “Maybe the coyotes just want to be friends. Making music for us in the night.”