My Autumn Sunday Morning at Home

Up early. To the chooks, goats, pig and garden with the dogs and cat. Some photos. Peace. Calmn. Two hours. Gibbo was still in bed, catching up on some well earned sleep. Meg was in Kingaroy, after attending the Wine & Food in the Park Festival. Drew - well, who knows what Drew was up to in Canada? It's March break and he has a very busy schedule planned.

One of the eight tomato plants that survived the snails/slugs/mice. There is one other.

The garden is much neater now that the pumpkin vines are gone.

The teenagers are maturing. Slowly.

I love their fluffy bums in the early morning sun.

Sniffing for mice.

Here's two groups of the Motlies, there's probably twenty or so altogether. These are the ones that came to live with the goats during the big wet at Christmas and they've never left. They run wild, squeezing in and out through the mesh and under the gate as they please in the mornings and evenings. They spend their days in amongst that part of the garden that is jungle like, scratching for slugs and bugs. Sometimes they venture out onto the lawn and look an absolute picture from afar. They're a mixture of black, white and red silkies; white, silver pencilled and crele wyandottes and barnevelders. What a life.

Buttheads.

Yesterday afternoon I spread 5 barrows full of manure on the outer edges of the permaculture garden, then spent ages watering it in. Very therapeutic (the watering, not the shovelling). I'm going to plant some beans and peas in the next few days.

This is the cocky little bantam rooster than Megan brought home, given to her by a work colleague. He was destined for the chop, living in town.

Poofy knows I've got eggs in my pocket but he doesn't know how many. There's always a spare one for him though. He's been digging for mice. He's wearing the evidence.

Early morning shadows.

Miss Chloe, back inside after a two hour outside adventure.