No doubt like many families, we have long thought we were lucky enough to have the best dog in the world. After all, there aren’t many who would take on a passenger plane in flight. But Jack did. Armed with only himself, Jack long ago gave up on birds to chase down airplanes flying overhead instead – any one would do, whether following the distant jet stream of a jumbo or the sound breaking barrier of a fighter jet from Williamtown, out on a practise run. Up the hill he’d run until he was out of sight – and we’d joke that one day he’d walk back down with the pilot. Continue reading
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.
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
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.
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.
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