Lambs and Calves

It's nice when school holidays and baby animals arrive at the same time. The grandchildrens' hand reared ewes both produced healthy twin lambs, two boys and two girls, and are proving excellent mothers.

            

Playgroup

       It's also calving time and the juniors are aiming to raise ten heifer calves this year, four                        already in from the dairy farm next door. Little 'lovey' below.

       Young engineers re-routing the creek bed and adding a reservoir. Mostly just having fun                          getting covered in mud

Two weary girls, two exhausted puppies.

September 13th Bella and Tom.

We have visitors, very big ones. Bella and Tom, Clydesdales belonging to friends,  are staying for a few weeks in our paddocks while theirs regrow after a hard winter. The spring grass is already pushing up, so we have grass to spare. Bella and Tom's paddock mate, Gary the ram, also spent a few weeks here, for a different purpose, the product of which will be in next week's blog.

     The juniors have been hard at work erecting more recycled post and rail fence and laying old       sleepers around the garden. The results have been amazing.

                               Site of the old hay shed, now new shed and future vege garden 

     The ancient apricot, peach and nectarine trees, which I have been gradually reshaping each     year to restore something of a vase shape and lower the height. The apricot had a great year     last, but the peach and nectarine  need to pick up their act.

    And spring bloomers promising warm weather is on its way.  The 90 Tree with bluebells in                  bud below.

               The ancient plum, always beautiful and always bountiful, and which I photograph every year just for the pleasure it gives.

     The port wine magnolia, doing a little better this year after a light prune last year. (A light              prune for Mark means it still has limbs, for which we can thank Sharon!) 

      And finally, the very unimposing little Boronia, nuthin' to look at, but oh the scent!. To walk along the back path is to inhale continuously. I often leave the kitchen window open, even on cold days, just to enjoy it.