wild horses couldn’t drag me away

What a great way to kick off 31 days!

I was just about to go out and feed the horses when the neighbour behind us called. Our horses were in their yard.

Their beautiful manicured acres of lawn.

Not so beautiful any more.

Seems the horses either knocked down the temporary gate to the ford, or took advange when it somehow came loose by itself.

I’m not pointing fingers, but I suspect Wally had something to do with it. Why? Cause that horse is like the schoolyard bully and class troublemaker all rolled into one really big package.

I walked over there with a bucket of feed and tried to coax them back. Ben, my sweetie (and a guts) came over straight away for some treats and followed me back to our paddock. Dancer followed and Wally held back a while, then galloped full pelt towards me.

I almost peed my pants praying he’d pull up in time.

I got Ben in our paddock but Wally refused to come. He stood outside the gate, then turned and hightailed it out of there, Ben and Dancer trailing him.

Repeat above 3 times.

3rd time they went down the neighbour’s driveway. All the way to the road.

By the time I got down here, walking, bucket of feed in hand, they were about 3 houses down, getting to know the gorgeous leopard appaloosa that moved in a couple of months ago. They were sniffing and fence racing up and down the paddock.

Again, Ben, the sweetie, came to me (eventually) and Dancer followed. I grabbed hold of Dancer by the neck rug, and walked her back to our driveway. Ben was following. Wally eventually joined us, stuck his nose into the driveway, then turned and galloped off again, luring Ben off with him.

Sigh.

Luckily I was able to keep hold of Dancer and got her in the bottom paddock.

Meanwhile I walked further up the road and found the boys in a neighbour’s front yard scaring the hell our of their dog.

Again, my sweet Benny boy came to me and I was able to grab him and lead him back to the bottom paddock. Wally reluctantly followed, taking off up the driveway in an effort to show he was no lamb being led to captivity like the others.

I lost the battle to move them back into the top paddock – I let them stay in the bottom paddock.

I’m over it.

z

another tip trip

Yesterday, and again today, both Wayne and I spent a bit of time doing bits and pieces around the new look woodshed. It seems our plan to ‘do up the woodshed’ over this break has been achieved. This is a preview. I’ll have more photos soon… Let me just say it involves a pretty cool sign.

I really wanted to put in a climbing rose, but when I tried to dig a hole I almost dislocated my shoulder. It was like hitting granite. I’m not a good gardener. I’m a wimp, so I decided to do the easy thing.

I went and got a couple of the boxes I’d gotten (for free) and put them along the side, dug 5 tons a wheelbarrow full of dirt from a mound we mysteriously have behind the garage, filled the boxes, and chucked some lavender plants in them.

I then put an almost entirely but not quite dead climber into the ground (figuring if it lives, bonus, if it doesn’t well, nothing lost since it was mostly dead anyway) and took the fake half barrel it used to live in (or tried to die in) over to the woodshed and put another plant in it there.

Let me explain.

As I said, I’m no gardener. Every spring I get this crazy gardening mania. I have visions of pretty flowers and a gorgeous garden with little surprise nooks and whimsical decorations… I buy plants, put them in the ground and watch most of them die. Wayne thinks I should buy them pre-dead and save the time. I’ve taken to buying them and keeping them in pots in an attempt to trick them into staying alive.

Last year I bought a ton of plants really cheap from an old guy who grows them from cuttings, including 21 lavenders I intended to plant along the driveway. That never happened. I put in 3 then Wayne said not to put in any more since he had plans to do some digging there.

That never happened either.

So, I still had 18 lavender plants growing more and more pot-bound. A few weeks ago I put most of the lavenders along the front of the house, just at the foot of the new deck.

Yep.

I stuffed up again.

Sure, they’re still alive so far (despite me) but I didn’t put in a proper bed, and I didn’t weed or anything, so now I play spot the lavender plant between the weeds.

Sigh.

Well, another 4 went into the boxes. Now I have a few more to find homes for and I can’t, for the life of me, think of where to put them. We may have 90 acres, but the house yard is not big.

I have a hydrangea I need to move. Long story involving sump oil and a ton of river pebbles.

And today I put in some pussy willow cuttings, on the paddock side of the fence. I put in about 10 of them last year, near the dam, to soak up the bog created around there every winter – but the horses ate them. We had to put an electric fence around that area so they’d have a chance, and to protect the silver birches I planted.

I checked them today. The silver birches have leaves, the pussy willows are just sticks. Hence this second attempt to plant cuttings.

I got the cuttings from Fentonbury where we’d gone to do an inspection. While there, we got a load of stuff to take to the tip.

This time I made sure I didn’t shut my fingers in the car door.

I also helped Wayne unload the rubbish. He took one thing out of the trailer, I put one in the back of the ute.

Ok, that’s an exaggeration. I only kept back a few things. Things I knew would come in handy one day. Wayne was not impressed.

At least I’ve been making things lately, using what I have and being creative! And it feels great!

z

happy birthday to me

Well. Its my birthday. I got tons of birthday wishes on Facebook. Thank you, I feel so popular! A couple of my cousins got my age almost right. One wished me a happy 28th, another wished me a happy 25th. Again.

(You know who you are, and I love you!)

Wayne gave me my birthday present this morning – a multi-function power tool!

I love that we can buy eachother power tools as gifts and are as equally thrilled to get them as to give them! Its the perfect arrangement really… I want a router, so I’ll buy one for Wayne at Christmas.

This morning the weather was glorious so I took the dogs to the bottom paddock for a run in the daffodils and snowdrops. Its gorgeous at this time of the year.

Other than that, I just took it easy. I did do a few things, though not nearly as much as I hoped I’d do. Then again, I’m a slave driver…

I washed a huge pile of dishes (an achievement in itself with 2 fingers taped together and needing to be kept dry), made a spanakopita (greek spinach pie) and then worked on some crafty projects. I should have some photos to share soon.

Wayne put a door on the woodshed and did a great job. Photos coming.

Our friend Chris dropped in to visit and we had pizza and ice cream. No cooking on my birthday. Wayne did offer to take me out for dinner, but I am in my comfy ‘don’t wanna leave home’ zone. If I’d thought of it earlier, I’d be wearing pjs already.

Tomorrow I’ve got a follow-up doctor’s appointment – he wanted to get the xray results and see how I was going. I had planned to cancel the appointment but forgot, so now I have to go in and see him at 9.15am. Ugh. I’ll be taking the tape off tomorrow either way. I don’t need it any more. My fingers are ok to use providing I’m gentle with them!

z

day in the bush

Wayne loved his manly wallet for Father’s Day. But I think what he loved most about his day was the walk up the back.
He packed up the “billy” and tea, biscuits etc, I packed the firelighters, and we got into blue and drove up to the picnic spot we saw when we inspected the farm before buying it. Its one of Wayne’s favourite places on the property.
Here is blue parked in the clearing.
Wayne set up the chairs and dug a fire pit. The man lives for the great outdoors.
 
He has this funky tripod thing for hanging the billy over the fire, old rusty metal. I love rusty metal.
 
The fire was a bit smokey. Guess things hadn’t really dried out even though we’d have a few gorgeous, warm, sunny days. If you look closely you can see Wayne hiding behind the smoke.
 Here’s me waiting for my tea.
 And the view around us.
You’ll never guess who this chair belongs to… I painted poodles on the back of my camp chairs so that I’d know which ones were mine when I was a dog show.
Here’s the rarest of native animals: the Tasmanian Barniferos.  Spoilt rotten dog. He’s the only one who got to come with us cause he’s the only one that can be trusted to stay close. (He really is the best dog!)
It was  a great day. We even managed to find the top boundary of our property. We’d never been up that far before.
Its important to take the time off to just enjoy. Its too easy to get caught up in all the things we ‘have to do’ and forget to just sit back and appreciate what we have.
I’m totally guilty of that. I’m working on it.
z

the week that dragged me down

Its been an interesting week.
How many things can go wrong in one week do you think?
Lets see… I could have a broken stove at my house in Fentonbury. I could have a broken pipe at my house in Fentonbury… I could lose my car keys, car parked right in the gateway in the driveway so no way to get out using the ute to pick up poor long suffering Wayne, waiting at McDonalds. It could take me 40 minutes to locate my keys (behind the mudroom door) in the dark, in the yard, in the grooming room, in the carport, in the horse feed room. Even IN the horse feed. Then to top off a great week, we could have training at work today. All day. 
There’s a Saturday I won’t get back.
Sigh.
I’m so very very tired. Last night I went to bed at 8.30pm.   
Ok. Its not all bad.
Training was actually fun. I love that stuff… looking at deadly spiders (in jars of course) and my first blue ringed octopus, learning how to treat bites, what to do when someone’s guts are hanging out, or they have an axe embedded in their head. 
Those things are handy to know.
Then afterwards, on the way home I stopped in at The Good Guys (electrical store) armed with a print-out of the cooktop I need for Fentonbury at the cheapest price I could find it online. They matched the price and are ordering it in for me.
See, of course the house in Fentonbury would have a cooktop of an unusual size and shape. No choices. Only one model to be found anywhere.
And tonight I called our wonderful plumber and begged him to travel about 2 hours from where he lives to go see the problem in Fentonbury and fix it. He’s going to go up next week and call me with a plan of action.
Fingers crossed we won’t be eating baked beans for the next few months.
While there, I fell in love with a stove for my kitchen here … ah. Dream on.
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. This year I gave the dogs some money and sent them shopping with strict instructions to a buy non-edible gift so we wouldn’t have a repeat of last year’s stuff up.*
I just wrapped it for them  – they don’t have opposing thumbs and find gift wrapping a bit difficult. (But they can drive into town on their own and buy Dad a wallet! uhuh!)

Hope he likes his new wallet. Its a manly cowboy brown leather one. With a manly brand name “Colorado”. Nice.

They actually had a brand called Fossil… NOT a good idea, I thought. That could so easily be taken the wrong way….

z

* Here’s a photo of last year’s Father’s Day gift.

moves are afoot

Well, not so much afoot, but happened. Over the weekend.
I had to brave the weather, and wearing a beanie, scarf and plenty of clothing, I made two trips to Fentonbury. On Saturday I had a couple of friends come up and take away some things I didn’t need to hold onto. Like another queen size bed. A friend of mine bought this for her guest room.
The bedside table and word frame have come back home. I’m thinking of giving the bedside table a makeover. Its one I found in an op shop and its already had one revamp, but I’m over it now. Time for a facelift again.
Another friend bought the cast iron single bed for her daughter’s room. Its a shabby chic and purple room so the bed will fit perfectly.
 
(And here’s another photo of that bed just cause I love it – the photo I mean.)
I gave her this louvre door for her bedroom so she can put up postcards and picture.
Same friend also bought the rug and the 60s kitchen table. I had a few moments of soul searching for that one… This table came from the first business my parents owned in Australia, a cafe in Griffith NSW. It lived in our house in Griffith, then moved to Athens, Greece with us, then came back with me when I moved back.
However, its not the style I want for the farm house and it would end up in the workshed. Plus I’m turning over a new leaf and letting go of things I don’t need or which don’t fit my current style.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
After they (and the stuff they took) left, I loaded up the car and trailer with every single thing I could lift and squeeze in on my own.
On Sunday Wayne and I went back up again and loaded up everything else. That included the lounge suite which went back to the friend who loaned it to me. Thank you Rosie!

And Merrill’s entertainment unit. Its lovely, but when you have standard poodles, you don’t do lowline entertainment units. Not if you want to actually SEE the TV.

You don’t realise how much stuff is in a house till you have to move it all!

Again.

Anyway, no, the house has not been sold. Ever since that sale that fell through in the very beginning, I’ve had people call or email, a showing, but no sales. The market just sucks at the moment.

So I’m renting it again.

This time I have a good feeling about the people I’m renting it to. They’re animal lovers, have a gorgeous dog called Milo, rabbits, rescue parrots and plan to get chickens.

As long as they don’t plan to build an arc on my property we’ll be ok.

Anyway, they move in this week so fingers crossed.

I sure could use a good break about now.

And I don’t mean like Wayne and his rib incident.

So, the farm house is full. Again. Boxes of stuff. Extra furniture which I had learned to live without here. Its all back.

This is when a deck shows its true purpose: storage space for things you don’t know where else to put…

Now I have to make the tough decisions. To keep or not to keep?

As I said, I already made the decision to sell some things. We just don’t have the room for it all at the farm. Now I have to consider every item I’ve brought back and decide where things will live. Here or elsewhere.

I’m itching to get back to work on the house. I’m dying to start painting again. The mudroom is screaming out for colour and order. Mainly order. There are coats and shoes all over the place.

I want to do up the guest room and make it pretty again. Once I find it under the piles of bedding, pillows, boxes and lamps from Fentonbury.

I have a headache. I need an aspirin.

z

kitchen re-do mania

From the day we set foot on the farm, I’ve dreamed of a new kitchen.
Well… maybe not a totally new one. A recycled, updated, old kitchen.
I want a farm kitchen, with a timber table (got that!) and a mix of white and wood and mismatched furniture and timber lining on the walls and shelves and a dishwasher.
I want a built-in oven and a stove top that sits in the benchtop. I’m over the freestanding stove and the gap large enough to drop a semi-trailer down on either side.
I’m sick of the blue benchtops and the ugly laminate cupboards.
Sure, there’s tons of storage space in this kitchen. Would you believe I haven’t actually filled up the cupboards totally? There’s still room for a few more appliances I’ll use once every 2 years whether I need to or not.
For the last 18 months I’ve been drawing sketches of how I can make the kitchen bigger, prettier, more practical.
I’ve been knocking down walls and pulling out cabinets, moving windows and putting in new doors and hardware on a regular basis … in my dreams.
Sigh.
Last week I think I finally clicked on a plan.
Of course, we don’t have the money to re-do the kitchen right now. It was one of those things I put on the ‘To Do when my house in Fentonbury sells’ List.
And the house hasn’t sold yet.
In fact, I don’t know if it will sell in this market. Nothing is selling. And I think I may have found some mature and reliable tenants for it.
After the last lot I’m rather scared to rent it out again. But reality is I can’t keep paying 2 mortgages out of my measley wage.
Anyway, back to the kitchen nightmare dream.
This is what the kitchen looks like now. 
Yes, the mess is almost part of the layout of the kitchen.
Yes, I may be insane to even think of re-doing the kitchen while I live with Pigpen Wayne, especially the all white cabinets… 
So, here is my kitchen in all its glory.
Its a U shape, when you walk through the door (you come into the house via the mudroom, through a tiny entry-way, then into the kitchen. I call it a rabbit warren…) this is the first thing you see. There is just not enough bench space. There’s no wall space so things like my pretty tins, the spice and coffee cabinets have to sit on the bench and take up precious space.
That corner cabinet has sliding baskets in it, handy but a bit smelly, like its been wet at some stage.
 
Love the drawers. Especially the deep ones for dishes and baking dishes.
The sink is under the window which now looks into the mud room. And I really hate how they made upper cabinets and then had to angle them back to allow for the windows.
See those gaps next to the stove? I think Barney went in there looking for stuff Wayne had dropped while cooking, and he hasn’t been seen since.
 
Another cabinet cut at an angle to allow for the window. Those shelves are useless, you can barely see anything on them and reaching them is a challenge.
Oh yeah. There’s a big window into the living room as well.
Under the microwave upper cabinet is a small bench area. Barely enough to butter your toast with the breadbox and fruit bowls.
I hate the corner cupboards.
Yep. My kitchen is a disgrace.
I’ve decided I need to do some major work. I want to remove the window which now looks into the mud room. I want to replace the tall skinny window in the corner near the stove with the bigger one from the other side to allow more light into the kitchen.
I want to knock out half a wall so that when you enter through the mud room you go directly into the kitchen (an L shaped kitchen) and not into a tiny dark space.
I want to make that tiny dark space (where the fridge lives cause it doesn’t fit in the kitchen!) into a pantry by building a large cupboard ‘around’ the fridge. With the wall gone it will be in the kitchen, though around a corner, in the short part of the L.
I want to remove the pantry from where it is in the kitchen now, making more room for the table, and bring in my pretty kitchen hutch from the living room.
I want shelves to display the things I like.
I want to move the stove to the side where the sink is now and put the sink where the stove is with the window above it.
I want thick bamboo benchtops.
I want timber doors and old fashioned hardware.
I want a new floor covering. After seeing the black and white tiles in the mud room after a rainy day, I think I might opt for something less mud-worthy.
Polished floors would be great.
I want timber panelling on the walls. Painted timber panelling. On all the walls. And a glass backsplash behind the stove.
And I want a dishwasher. And a big double sink. (ok, a butler’s sink would be ideal!)
And shelves. Did I mention I want shelves?
That’s not too much to want is it?
Surely I deserve the kitchen of my dreams!
I plan to re-use the cabinet carcasses where I can, only buying what I need (like for the stove and oven). I’ll make my own shelves and brackets from timber. I’ll re-use the old pantry to make the new one.
And it’ll still cost way more than I can afford. A new stove. A new oven. A new rangehood. New doors. And labour.
I ain’t moving windows and knocking out walls by myself.
So, I live with what I have and try not to hate it too much.
Lately I’ve started leaving comments on the blogs I’m following. Kim at The Money Pit is updating her kitchen. I’m so envious. She had a dilema and asked people’s opinion. I gave her mine and, guess what? She is taking my suggestion! I feel good. Here is her post with her final decision on what her kitchen will look like.
Now will someone help me re-do my kitchen? 
I mean, can someone come and help me do it? Its a big job and I don’t know how brave I actually am.
z

my home doesn’t look like that

 
I see the most beautiful houses on the blogs I follow. I pin images of rooms I admire and wish I could recreate in our home. The ideal kitchen, the perfect bedroom, the gorgeous living room, the pretty and fun bathroom…
But that’s not what my house looks like.
Yeah, I have quite a few pretty items in my home. Lots of things which are special to me cause they are items I’ve found in unlikely places, items I’ve saved, restored or made myself. Like the tins holding my brushes and pencils. Or the old tea crate holding my paints and the old nail crates holding my canvases which I found at a farm auction.
What I don’t have is a perfect home. My house is a mish mash of things which I like, things I had already, things I’ve been given or inherited, that don’t match. 
I have spots of “pretty” and corners of “attractive”, but no cohesiveness, no overall theme or feel to my home. Even the nice spots aren’t perfect to photograph cause “yucky” isn’t far away: the salmon carpet or peach blinds or blue benchtops or something is always in the way.
I think I was getting there in my home in Fentonbury, finally getting the place to tie in together and flow from one room to another, but it took years to get it to that stage where things just fit together. The house on the farm remains a mess. The salmon carpet is a thorn in my side. And we have too much furniture which doesn’t really fit or suit in the rest of the house.
I’d like a bedroom with open space and simple lines. I’d like a walk in wardrobe in the tiny room next door to the bedroom. I’d like a pretty guest room with simple yet elegant items. I’d like a bathroom I didn’t cringe about when showing people the house. I’d like a kitchen with character.
I admire photos like this bedroom for its simplicity, or this living room for its low key elegance… but there is no way I can have a house of white on white as much as I would love it. No french provincial for me. I live with 4 dogs (and Wayne) on a farm with lots of mud.
I put black and white tile vinyl in the mudroom and I’m already sorry. 
And that’s not even talking about the kitchen. I would love a big country kitchen like this, but there’s not enough room for an island bench, let alone an island and a table. So I’ll have to make do with what I have and hopefully achieve something more like this or this. One day. When I have the time and money…
Till then, my kitchen is a mess. Blue laminex benchtop. White laminate cupboards. A laminate tile backsplash. Boring. No character. Bordering on ugly. A single sink. No dishwasher. Tons of cupboard space but not much area to display things I like…
I’m itching to change things around. To do up the kitchen, to make my walk-in-wardrobe, to redo the guest room… to repaint the entire living room a pale grey or creamy white… The living room was meant to be pale grey but when the paint went on the walls it looked light blue. 
One day. I pray for patience, and I want it now.

We had the horse’s hooves done today. Wally was a total pain to do. He’s still playing up really badly with one of his back legs. We had the chiropractor fix him but he’s still horrible about it. It got done in the end but I think Simon (the farrier) and Wayne had a few years knocked off their time on earth.

Dancer was great – she was extremely hard to catch due to her shyness over her head, but a few carrots and she was soon almost back to normal. Thank goodness.

Ben was a sweetie as always, till he nipped Kellie in the tit.

He thought it was a nice soft spot to nibble. Hm…

We also have a visitor here tonight. When Kellie and I went into the New Norfolk to buy something for desert we saw a gorgeous black and white english staffie, an intact male with a collar on, walking on the bridge with a group of motley teenagers. He crossed the road and almost got hit by two cars and the kids didn’t seem to care.

When I stopped the car and abused them for having their dog offlead, they said he just followed them and he wasn’t theirs. I said they should take him back where they found him and they said ‘We ain’t walking back up there’. I was so angry. Kellie and I got him in the car and after shopping we got in touch with the council animal control officer. He’ll be over to pick him up in the morning and hopefully find his owners.

He’s the sweetest thing. He’s bedded down in the grooming room for the night, food and water and he’s just gone to sleep.

I swear. No way could I leave him wandering the street with these idiotic kids. And being an intact male I didn’t want him to end up in the wrong hands.

The council really should put me on their payroll.

z

life as we know it

It’s Saturday night and I have to tell you, I’m disappointed in myself. I had all these plans. I’d made notes and updated my To Do list with things I thought I could finish today, and things I could start…

I had a grooming appointment in the morning, but that wouldn’t slow me down. Then I had another one. That’s ok, I took it in stride. I did the dogs. And the mechanic came over and fixed my car.

By the time I finished the dogs, went and got the paper, checked on the pumpkin soup and had a sandwich, it was 2.30pm. Given it’s dark around 5pm, I didn’t have much daytime left.

I took some photos of projects I had finished. I put a stopper behind the toilet door. I then went to the workshop with the best intentions. I had planned to cut up the old timber I’d put in there to dry out and paint it. Instead I did 5min work on a garden project, had a look around to find things I had on my list – I found some, gave up on others.

That was the extent of my work.

I told myself it was too cold to work out there and I would work in the house. After finishing the soup I decided I was too tired and would be better off watching Grey’s Anatomy, Desperate Housewives and Private Practice. I tape them, then indulge myself watching them the next day minus the ads!

Time in front of the TV aside, I haven’t had an unproductive day, but I just could not get into working. I can’t find the energy today. My sore hands aren’t helping either.

Its really getting me down. I probably have carpal tunnel in my right wrist but that’s not so bad right now. What’s bothering me now is my left hand. I’ve had pain in my left thumb for days now. Before that it was my left middle finger. What’s going on?

I a blood test to see if I had arthritis and the results were negative. Celebrations all round. Then the doc told me that only tells her that I don’t have one type of arthritis. So basically, its still 50% that I may have arthritis.

I’m actually really worried. I work with my hands all the time – grooming, making things, home decorating and rennovating. If I can’t do that stuff any more… its everything I love doing. Having one sore wrist is bad enough.

Maybe having a sore right wrist for so long and compensating with the left is the cause of the problems in my left hand. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m over this and want my hands to be happy and healthy and strong so I can use them!

To be honest, what worries me most is that I may not be able to continue grooming for long if this keeps up. My dream to cut back on work and grooming from home goes up in smoke if my hands are stuffed.

Enough of that. Lets talk about something else.

Its been pretty cold lately. I took these photos the other day when we had the biggest frost this year and the fog didn’t lift all day.

Its quite pretty actually. Wayne, of course, complains about the cold… Here he is getting ready to go out and feed the horses in the morning.

 Remember the beautiful kitchen table I made? Well, this is how it looks most of the time.

Ok. To be fair. Not all the time. Now and then Wayne actually clears off his tools so we can eat on it.

Montana has a bite on her neck. She just won’t learn… She had a go at Mischa and she’s the one with the war wounds. It was all over visiting kids and attention. Sigh. Its not bad, one tooth mark. I just hope it doesn’t become infected like last time.

There have also been more sick and dead wallabies. I walked around the top paddock and found 2 more dead ones down near the creek. Then I found one which died trying to burrow under the little dog house we put by the dam for the ducks.

That was an experience I’d rather never have to repeat, pulling that poor rotting thing out from under there to get rid of it… yeeeech.

There was another one which didn’t seem to pay attention to the barking dogs and stayed out after daylight. I caught it on the 2nd day and took it to the vet. Turns out it was blind and had neurological damage due to toxoplasmosis. They had to put it down.

“Toxoplasmosis is a zoonosis. T. gondii infection can cause abortion and foetal abnormalities in pregnant women and encephalitis in immunocompromised people.”

It causes almost certain death in wallabies, miscarriages in sheep and spells trouble to pregnant women.

Toxo is spread by feral cats. Well, cats in general, but there are a lot of feral cats around. People who have cats and let them roam, or who dump unwanted cats into the bush are responsible for this. Toxo can affect humans and other animals, but native wildlife is much more susceptible to it.

I’m not a cat hater. I just don’t have cats of my own and I don’t want one. I believe cat owners should have to register their cats and neuter them, just like dog owners need to register (and hopefully neuter) their dogs. And cats should have cat runs and not be allowed to roam free.

Toxoplasmosis is a horrible, slow death and wallabies are apparently dying all over the place, the vet said.

Seeing a wallaby out in daylight is a sure sign that something’s wrong.

I do have a good story though. Thankfully. One day last week I saw a very cute little dog on the side of the road. He was a schnauzer mix with a schnauzer haircut. He was timid but I managed to get close and pat him. He had a tag which said Burnie Council on it and no one on the street knew who owned him. He looked like he was about 18-24 months old.

I took him to the local vet and left it to them to chase up his owners. I had to go to work. They called me later in the day. His owners were on holiday in Hobart and he’d gotten out of the place they were staying. They were very happy he was safe and they said to pass on their thanks. I was glad the little boy was reunited with his parents.

So, I’ll leave you with another photo of Montana and Romeo back to back. It makes my heart smile.

z

the shoe has dropped

Its better to think of bad luck as two shoes dropping than ‘trouble comes in threes’…

Then again maybe it has come in threes. And thats not counting Wayne’s broken rib episode but other, unrelated incidents of bad luck/bad timing.

Its three is if we start our count on Sunday when we went out to feed the horses and Dancer had blood running down the front of her head. We couldn’t get a good look at it, but it looked for all the world like a small hole in her forehead, just above one eye. Like a bullet hole.

Dancer has come a LONG way since we got her. She was headshy and scared and would kick soon as look at you. She’s become the sweetest thing on earth. In fact I love rugging and unrugging her more than any of the others, thats how sweet she is. Now, after trying to see her wound and holding her back she’s gone back to being head shy and moving off if we go anywhere near her front. sigh.

My theory is that maybe someone was shooting wallabies and shot in the direction of our paddock, the bullet hitting her with just enough force to make a hole but not penetrate the skull. I dont know. If I could get a good look at it I’d know.

On the positive side, it looks like its healing well despite our poor efforts to clean and treat it.

So that was No. 1.

No. 2 is that the baffle plate fell in the wood heater again. It has happened before but Wayne managed to fix it. Now, when we are at our coldest, its decided to fall and make our heater almost unusable. Its totally stuffed. Terrific timing.

We’d had the heater going for at least 2 weeks constantly before this, when temperatures were 16 during the day and you could argue that we didn’t need the heater burning. But its easier to keep it going and warm than to start from scratch every afternoon. It could have fallen then. We’d have been able to remove it and fix the heater without freezing our tits off.

As it is, Wayne has managed to get it back up for now and will cut a new baffle for it over the weekend. But we need a serious overhaul on this heater. What we really need is a new heater. This one is stuffed.

And then we come to No. 3.

Yesterday morning I go out to start up the car and there’s no clutch. Nothing. Its got the resistance of a sheet of toilet paper.

And the ute is packed with a bookcase and some louvre doors I got at a tip shop. We left it loaded in the garage cause it was dark when we got home the night before.

Wonderful. So we have a loaded ute we need to unload before we can go anywhere.

We’re picking up some mysterious sounding parts for my car this afternoon (something about a slave and master..) and the mechanic will be fixing it over the weekend. I hope.

Thank goodness we have the ute.

We also have ‘blue’ an old Nissan 4×4 (red of course) which is unroadworthy and totally untrustworthy but which Wayne likes to hold onto cause of its ability to climb up our hill and go where no man has been before.

Our place looks like a real farm (and slightly trashy) when there are 3 or more cars parked outside the house, but at times like this its good to have a second car which actually works.

So. Here’s hoping this run of bad luck has reached its end.

We really could do with some good luck right about now.

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