Summer departed on a dry note, and after waiting longer than we wanted, a little rain arrived over Easter and we planted the pasture seed.
Follow up rain was nowhere to be found, so alas the pasture has struggled, making do with morning dew. Up until a few days ago that is, when we did a little happy dance over 30 odd mls of beautiful rain.
The green is a welcome colour amidst the browned-off landscape.
The home fire is well and truly burning, and we are all a little more optimistic about keeping warm this winter now we have insulated our ceiling.
The pasture’s not ready for livestock yet, but we let the mums and babes enjoy little patches of green left around the house yard.
These boys tend to exaggerate about how hard it is to get out of bed early and transfer chooks. But I now love looking out our eastern windows and seeing them forage on the creek flats.
School holidays arrived and the boys and their cousin had a camp out (until it got dark that is).
My 81 year old mum came out for a visit and we girls gate crashed the camp ground. We were politely asked to leave after a brief inspection and admiration of all their hard work.
It’s not just goats who enjoy the rocks.
Our church picnic was held up high on the farm, overlooking some of my favourite views. The kids ran around like mad things and we ferried people up and down in our old unregistered 12 seater bus.
The major construction for Autumn has been the new improved mobile shelters.
The grand launch into the paddock was a great success, making it through gateways as hoped, and no flexing.
Feature packed for ultimate chicken comfort: snug and warm for winter nights, and plenty of flexibility for air flow and extra shade in the summer, and everything in between.
..and the next one is already underway.
Some more electric fencing and another paddock is available for the goats. Sounds so quick and easy when I type it.
Chookies taking a midday rest under the tree.
This little lucerne patch looks mighty pretty close up with the morning sun, but not the strike we would have liked. Some chickens are going to enjoy this treat.
Here’s my glamorous photo of yet another batch of chicken stock, proving I have no idea about professional food photography. I enjoy popping one of these straight from the freezer into our pumpkin soup.
Well there’s a quick round-up of Autumn, with plenty of working, playing and squabbling in between. Oh, and eating, there’s always eating, and cleaning up after eating and …….