Best in Show

Our local country show, The Wallamba District Show was held on Saturday. It’s an event that’s branded onto my annual social calendar. I don’t miss if for anything. Neither does The Kid. He attended his first Show at 4 days old (next week he turns 9) and he’s been to every Show since, bar the 2 that were sadly and record-breakingly washed-out.

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Two Becs in an Overgrown Paddock: Working in regional Australia

I once had a good friend from the city bewilderingly ask me – ‘what do you do up there on your hill? How do you fill in the time?’ Conversely, I received another comment from another friend on what a lot of work a farm can be. A third recently wondered how I fit all my different jobs into a day. Well… Continue reading

Jones on the run

I haven’t blogged about our boy Jones in quite some time (I know, I haven’t blogged in quite some time, full stop), but recent events have inspired me to put fingers to key pad and tell you a story about Jones.


Jones turned 5 in May this year. Amazing ha? I still remember him turning 1 so clearly. He’s now 35 in human years. No wonder he’s maturing and slowing down (for the most part).

When I blogged about Jones’ 1st birthday, I reviewed his behaviour, and one of the things I rated him highly on was his entertainment value. It didn’t take long for Jones to reveal his sense of humour to us, and his ability to entertain us continues.
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I had no idea, when we first got chooks, that I’d get so attached. That I’d get so used to having them around. That I’d chat to them as I gardened. That I’d laugh at them. That I would enjoy holding them, stroking their silken feathers. That I’d love them so much. That I’d miss them so very much when they were gone.

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Planting the seed

Not Quite Niagara Falls

Forgive me, it’s been several years since my last blog…

Ironically, as Bec H was blogging last week’s post seasonal homage, the skies were making up for their post apocalyptic summer fever with day after day of rain.

Seizing our chance, we took advantage with a bit of boogie boarding down our stream which hasn’t been running for a couple of years. The cows were keen to join in. Continue reading

This is Australia

This summer just gone was the hottest summer I can remember. Never before do I recall willing on Autumn like I did in February. And never before have I had the strains of Gang Gajang’s ‘Sounds of Then’ running through my head so often, wearing musical grooves into my brain.

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.

For me, no other song conjures up so perfectly the feel, sensations and experience of our hot summers. Pure association, I guess. Continue reading