Monday, September 7, 2015
A Contrast
The boys ran the 5km in the recent Bridge to Brisbane. The before and after photos show quite a contrast in attitude and general well being!
King and Romeo
Last Saturday (29/08) we drove to Kingaroy to pick up a Maremma dog - and ended up with two! Since the recent fox attacks we talked about getting a dog to protect the chooks up at the compound. Gibbo knew someone who bred them. There were 2 brothers, about 6 months old, available. After deciding which one we'd take, right at the last minute, virtually just before getting in the car and driving away, we decided to take the second one as well to run with the sheep. Their names are King and Romeo. They don't quite know what to do yet but the whole livestock guard dog thing is instinct so we just need to give them time to bond and learn.
Meeting Coco.
Meeting Chloe.
Meeting the sheep.
On Day 2 I gave him a green feed dish but he didn't like it so he wrecked it.
On Day 3 I gave him a blue water dish but he didn't like it so he wrecked it.
Meeting Coco.
Meeting Chloe.
Meeting the sheep.
On Day 1 I gave King a pink water dish but he didn't like it so he wrecked it.
On Day 2 I gave him a green feed dish but he didn't like it so he wrecked it.
On Day 3 I gave him a blue water dish but he didn't like it so he wrecked it.
I had a red one but I quite liked it so I didn't give it to him. Instead, I went to town and bought some old fry pans at the second hand shop. They're still in use.
Everyone happy in the sheep yard. Not bonded but working on it.
Friday, August 28, 2015
The City
We had two days of meetings in Brisbane which provided me the opportunity to catch up with Drew!
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
More From Last Week
Our favourite thing to do on a Sunday is have breakfast at our local little coffee shop.
Coco treated herself to a mud bath.
We moved Boris up to the Berkshire Broads. What you see here is Plan B. Plan A did not go at all well. There may have been words spoken in anger and frustration with the suggestion that I am done with SFIs. I won't tell you what SFI means, suffice to say I refuse to go along with any more hare-brained ideas. From now on, we do it my way; the same way most normal people do things. The way things make sense. No More SFIs.
The girls were pleased to see him. Either that, or it was the feed in the bottom of the trailer that attracted them.
Pig Kisses.
We had friends over for dinner on Saturday night. They're some of our closest friends and we were shocked to realise we hadn't seen them for over a year. What an awful record. We had a no fuss grazing menu - cheeses/dips/olives/sd toms/ mussels/crackers platter followed by honey soy chicken wings, beef ribs and mini quiches, rounded out with patty cakes and iced gingerbread biscuits. We took a hamper of leftovers to my brother, Peter.
Coco was locked up while we drafted heifers off for sale on Tuesday. There's no way we can work in the yards with her 'helping'.
She was very sad.
I love Vivienne, the beautiful sheep.
Coco treated herself to a mud bath.
We moved Boris up to the Berkshire Broads. What you see here is Plan B. Plan A did not go at all well. There may have been words spoken in anger and frustration with the suggestion that I am done with SFIs. I won't tell you what SFI means, suffice to say I refuse to go along with any more hare-brained ideas. From now on, we do it my way; the same way most normal people do things. The way things make sense. No More SFIs.
The girls were pleased to see him. Either that, or it was the feed in the bottom of the trailer that attracted them.
Pig Kisses.
We had friends over for dinner on Saturday night. They're some of our closest friends and we were shocked to realise we hadn't seen them for over a year. What an awful record. We had a no fuss grazing menu - cheeses/dips/olives/sd toms/ mussels/crackers platter followed by honey soy chicken wings, beef ribs and mini quiches, rounded out with patty cakes and iced gingerbread biscuits. We took a hamper of leftovers to my brother, Peter.
Coco was locked up while we drafted heifers off for sale on Tuesday. There's no way we can work in the yards with her 'helping'.
She was very sad.
I love Vivienne, the beautiful sheep.
The Woodlawn Week
Last week flew by. It was all about the animals. Especially the ones that kept getting out. Here they are, hanging around the fruit trees (after sampling the bamboo).
It's pretty dry.
Boris loves his veges and ration in the morning.
Pretty little seabright.
78 eggs ready for the incubator.
One of the Guinea 4; they are such funny birds. As soon as they think something might be happening they run really fast to investigate, making their unusual chit chit sounds.
Barney came for a night. Chloe wasn't impressed; here she is, welcoming him. Coco didn't want to look!
Chloe loves Meg. She lets her have a cuddle, but not for long.
It's pretty dry.
Boris loves his veges and ration in the morning.
Pretty little seabright.
78 eggs ready for the incubator.
One of the Guinea 4; they are such funny birds. As soon as they think something might be happening they run really fast to investigate, making their unusual chit chit sounds.
Barney came for a night. Chloe wasn't impressed; here she is, welcoming him. Coco didn't want to look!
Chloe loves Meg. She lets her have a cuddle, but not for long.
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