Here's a catchup on the last week or so. The weekdays all become a bit of a blur. We work full-time so most of our activities happen on the weekends; Gibbo is available 24 hours a day which means I am too. He goes away a lot; I understand, but it doesn't mean I always like it. Weekends are precious which I had to point out recently - The Company doesn't own us (although it often feels that way) and I'm drawing a line.....
Following are random shots from both camera and iPhone, in no particular order.
The annual Incubation of the Eggs has begun. The next few months will see a constant progression of mating, collecting, setting, hatching and growing.
Harriet the Huntsman spent a couple of days hanging out on the incubator waterer at the office until she was carefully relocated to the bushes outside. There were some tense moments when we couldn't find her.
Hatch No. 2 - wyandottes, plymouth rocks and silkies.
Meg's team won their netball grand final.
We've been concreting. Again. Still.
Not sure what the company WHSO might say about some of the safety procedures practiced at Woodlawn.
Big sky yesterday afternoon.
The usual suspects were there, overlooking proceedings.
Meg was there too!
The Sisterhood, sharing the load. Two hens, 4 eggs...it takes a village.....
We have a new dog....
Well not really - just a new version of an old dog!
1 comment:
Can so clearly relate to Paragraph 2 Mare. Our weekends are always busy ... and very precious.
I like the mixer towing, we've a large petrol driven borer we've been using yard-building, also on wheels. Our main method of towing is to have one child driving the four wheeler and one sitting backwards on back of the bike holding the handle of the borer and towing. Wallace isn't particularly fond of his new nickname towball.
You have a great week, I'm childless and hoping to move mountains.
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