Gosh is it that time already? Really? I cannot believe as I sit here in my shed that it is the 22nd December. Probably has somehing to do with the fact that my mind and body doesn't know its December at all.
Is it because I sit here shivering in my shed house and I know December is Summer and I am used to being STINKING hot in Sydney? God I have only had ONE day here where I did not have a jacket on! Is it because it doesn't feel like that time of year yet?
Or do you think it could be due to the fact that we arrived here to start a new life at the end of September, so I feel like it is the beginning of the year? I am wondering why everyone is so burnt out and ready or a break where as I feel like its about March .
Perhaps its because half my stuff is still in boxes and I have no Christmas tree or many decorations.......
Lastly it could be that I am in denial as last December was without doubt the worst period I can remember with the loss of 2 very special people and the near loss of a complete stranger before me
Either way I am not ready for Christmas in any way but want to wish you all a fantastic Christmas and to let you know I am thinking of each and every one of you. I do very much look forward to seeing many of you next month when Dylan competes in Sydney at the Youth Olympics.
Sorry about not sending a card but by my calendar expect it about September 2009 - should feel like its Christmas time about then :)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sheep rescue
For gods sake I don't even like sheep. I mean I love all animals - truly I do but some more than others and sheep.........well they are pretty much down the bottom of my pecking order. Koalas, possums, ducks, galahs and bunnies - and of course the devine cuteness of the platypus are of the highest order with the Paccas. I digress........
Anyway the boys had been down the creek area and found a sheep on its back and unable to get up. Either had fallen down the hill or been biten by a snake (lower in pecking order than sheep). We contacted the adjoining property owner , who leases his land to the sheep owner (Boo Hiss) who did apparently go looking and couldn't find it. Either he is blind or total dickhead (maybe both). He told owner of property sheep has gotten up and is ok so we are all happy :)
Connor, late in the afternoon, finds it still there and we can not do anything as it is dark and cold and dangerous. I racked my brains as to how I could fix this (did I mention I have a God complex?) and after much debate with self, decide best option is to ask different neighbour to bring quad bike and come have a look. Greg disappears at this point as later tells me I needed to do this myself (nice guy!).
So here I am on the back of a quad bike for the first time and trying to be cool and farm competent, so we ride on the bike and I hold on to the side bars - did not want to hang onto his waist and appear too girly! We get to the sheep and he stands her up and she eventually bears her own weight and we guess perhaps just got stuck and once she is back on her feet she will be ok. We put her (now called "DAISY") on the back of the quad lying down and I sit in front of her with her back legs in one hand and front in the other. Oh crap now I have to get close to stinky sheep and ride quad with no hands to hold on. Still I do it fine and do not complain and get a sore butt trying to hold on with my thighs ! I digress again....
Basically we nursed this sheep for 8 days. We hand fed her, covered her in a blanket, forced water down her thraot and even took her to the vet on day 6 and paid $107 , which now in Vic this is about 5 hours pay, but my higher self tells me I have the means to save her so I must. Day 8 after calls to 3 gatherer type neighbours (not hunters!) poor Daisy Doo Doo (new name) had to be shot. Cam and I in tears and a total mess, and now she has a lovely grave on the hill.
Moral of the story....don't rescue sheep! And yes everyone told me this .
Anyway the boys had been down the creek area and found a sheep on its back and unable to get up. Either had fallen down the hill or been biten by a snake (lower in pecking order than sheep). We contacted the adjoining property owner , who leases his land to the sheep owner (Boo Hiss) who did apparently go looking and couldn't find it. Either he is blind or total dickhead (maybe both). He told owner of property sheep has gotten up and is ok so we are all happy :)
Connor, late in the afternoon, finds it still there and we can not do anything as it is dark and cold and dangerous. I racked my brains as to how I could fix this (did I mention I have a God complex?) and after much debate with self, decide best option is to ask different neighbour to bring quad bike and come have a look. Greg disappears at this point as later tells me I needed to do this myself (nice guy!).
So here I am on the back of a quad bike for the first time and trying to be cool and farm competent, so we ride on the bike and I hold on to the side bars - did not want to hang onto his waist and appear too girly! We get to the sheep and he stands her up and she eventually bears her own weight and we guess perhaps just got stuck and once she is back on her feet she will be ok. We put her (now called "DAISY") on the back of the quad lying down and I sit in front of her with her back legs in one hand and front in the other. Oh crap now I have to get close to stinky sheep and ride quad with no hands to hold on. Still I do it fine and do not complain and get a sore butt trying to hold on with my thighs ! I digress again....
Basically we nursed this sheep for 8 days. We hand fed her, covered her in a blanket, forced water down her thraot and even took her to the vet on day 6 and paid $107 , which now in Vic this is about 5 hours pay, but my higher self tells me I have the means to save her so I must. Day 8 after calls to 3 gatherer type neighbours (not hunters!) poor Daisy Doo Doo (new name) had to be shot. Cam and I in tears and a total mess, and now she has a lovely grave on the hill.
Moral of the story....don't rescue sheep! And yes everyone told me this .
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Pacca's
We should have called them Kerry and Jamie (Packer) but they are Reddy and Benji, Lachie's beloved Alpaccas.
They look like a rastafasian sheep crossed with a camel somehow but really are pretty cute and are starting to let Lachie hand feed them!
Just like 2 curious old ladies who stop and stare at anything that is going on. You know where ever you are her,e there will be 2 sets of eyes looking at you. The other night we had a wallaby in the driveway and it bounded into a paddock- we knew where to look for it as the Paccas were staring as usual!
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