Weekend Wrap

It's nearly the weekend again and I haven't managed to finish last weekend's wrap yet; not for want of trying.

We got up early and went to the Nanango markets where we purchased honey, lemon butter, passionfruit butter, some seedlings and a shoulder bag to match the shirt I bought at last month's markets. We travelled over with my brothers and Mum and enjoyed a dagwood dog for morning tea!

We raced back home in time to meet up with DHC, our friend and previous owner of the feedlot. We showed him around our farm, had a sandwich then headed to the feedlot to meet up with some of his family who had come to show their children where it was that their mothers had grown up and worked and played. As always, it was great to see him and catch up. He was very good to us in the 16 years we worked for him before we became "corporatised" and all the fun went out of it.

Back home again and we took grain to The Compound. I saw, may have seen, didn't see the black and white cat slinking stealthily away from the main chook area, through the grass and out through the back fence.

Did you see that?
No.
Did you see what I saw?
No.
Did you see anything?
No.
What did you see?
Nothing. Nothing at all. Ahem. Meow.

I don't think he believed me.

That night we went to town to a boring exciting cricket bbq - zzzzzzzzzz. I managed to stay awake long enough to listen to some funny cricket stories (aren't they all) before driving home and falling into my nice warm, soft bed. It had been a long and busy day.

Sunday was much the same ie go, go, go. I planted out the veges from the markets.

My red geraniums in the terracotta pots on the front steps have recovered after a slow start.

The kids are doing well despite runny bums.

We somehow got Goliath, the biggest chook pen ever, onto the back of the trailer, ready for transporting to The Compound. There are absolutely no WH&S precautions taken when G plans some of his hair-brained really good projects. Some of the things we end up doing would make your hair stand on end. Plus, I think he thinks I'm a female version of The Incredible Hulk and that I'm able to lift objects 50 times my weight....anyway, after quite a lot of strategising and manoeuvring we got the pen where he wanted it.

Then we went riding.

When we got back we took Goliath to The Compound. Madam had to stay in the car while we dropped it off the trailer; she is prone to being under things when they're dropped. Last time it happened it cost a lot of $$ and nearly her life.

We dropped it, which involved more precarious manoeuvrings and the planting of the accelerator to the floor. Then it had to be spun so that it stretched across the pen. Not an easy task, but achieved in the end.

The white turkey is clucky; hopefully she'll make it to full term.

It might not look like it but there's a tree in there. Bitter frosts have struck and we've mulched and covered the most vulnerable trees in an attempt to protect and save them. We're still getting used to living in a frosty environment; at the old place, on the ridge, we only had a handful of frosts each year. At Woodlawn, they're a common occurrence.

We finished the weekend in style with dinner being the huge prawns that DHC brought with him.