Cowabduction.com

Cow abduction is a serious problem, believe me. This is one of the few sites where I laughed out loud. Go on, take a look.
P.S. Thanks to Queenie for that one.

Cowabduction.com

Cow abduction is a serious problem, believe me. This is one of the few sites where I laughed out loud. Go on, take a look.
P.S. Thanks to Queenie for that one.

Dramatic success

The last night of the drama festival yesterday and I have to report that the club were very successful, taking five out of the eight awards made. The other team won the festival and took three awards; we won the cup for the best comedy and third place overall, which, considering the quality of the competition, was an excellent result.
We may do the play once more, at a village festival in the summer, but that’s a bit uncertain. Would be fun to do it for fun for once.

Finding her last egg

Back yesterday evening after work to do the usual rounds of the birds and the paddock. This involves collecting eggs from the chooks, checking on the broody black chook, checking on Gertie (who will even accept a stroke on the back without offering much in the way of violence), and walking around the paddock to see that all is well.
That morning I’d buried the chinese goose and I went over to see the site of her interment. Near there was the fir tree where she was wont to lay her occasional smaller eggs and where I found the last one that she would ever lay, sitting in a neat little nest of grass and moss. Still, no time for sentiment, and it’s now in the fridge waiting for a suitable culinary opportunity.
Here’s the last picture I took of the chinese goose, back when we had the snow in March:

Dramatic success

The last night of the drama festival yesterday and I have to report that the club were very successful, taking five out of the eight awards made. The other team won the festival and took three awards; we won the cup for the best comedy and third place overall, which, considering the quality of the competition, was an excellent result.
We may do the play once more, at a village festival in the summer, but that’s a bit uncertain. Would be fun to do it for fun for once.

Finding her last egg

Back yesterday evening after work to do the usual rounds of the birds and the paddock. This involves collecting eggs from the chooks, checking on the broody black chook, checking on Gertie (who will even accept a stroke on the back without offering much in the way of violence), and walking around the paddock to see that all is well.
That morning I’d buried the chinese goose and I went over to see the site of her interment. Near there was the fir tree where she was wont to lay her occasional smaller eggs and where I found the last one that she would ever lay, sitting in a neat little nest of grass and moss. Still, no time for sentiment, and it’s now in the fridge waiting for a suitable culinary opportunity.
Here’s the last picture I took of the chinese goose, back when we had the snow in March: