tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029548657861734712024-03-06T14:16:30.026+11:00Lipstick for GoatsLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-4915833537410216292019-01-29T18:28:00.000+11:002019-01-29T18:28:47.755+11:00My Jacky Dragon
The lovely thing about living in the country is the huge
array of wonderful wildlife we come in contact with.
At Somerset Farm we have quite a number of Jacky Dragons living around the
machinery shed and a few around the house. The Jacky Lizard, or Jacky Dragon, is
native to the south-eastern coast of Australia and was named in 1790. I read it
was so named because they were as common asLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-47096887261822142012018-09-01T13:37:00.000+10:002018-09-01T16:50:55.787+10:00Too much sun juice
Living off grid has advantages, like no huge electricity bills, but we need more solar panels and a bigger battery bank because sometimes a girl just wants to run her hair dryer without having to
put on the generator!
These four tiny solar panels suffice in summer but in
winter I wonder if the lights will stay on until we have finished eating or will
we get to the end of a DVD LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-12661902199199511042018-05-26T19:54:00.000+10:002018-05-26T19:54:31.544+10:00Accidental Stinkies
One
is probably my fault. The other is nature’s fault.
They are jewel-less on the outside. On the inside the testosterone still
thrives.
They stink, so I call them my ‘Stinkies’. I can’t give them names as they are
not what I intended; they will have to go – at some stage- when I feel strong. They
might stink but they are lovely natured.
They are my accidental
bucks or half LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-62373276690459326462018-04-20T15:46:00.000+10:002018-04-20T15:46:57.253+10:00 Murder and unkindness on the farm
Until recently I believed the black winged sods on our property were
crows but they are Australian Ravens, which are of the same Corvid family but larger
than a crow, otherwise similar to look at and cause the same havoc on farms. Either way those black opportunistic
vermin of the sky seem to come from nowhere at kidding time and I turn into a
screaming banshee.
"Australian Raven " byLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-62082587587304552282018-03-10T14:37:00.000+11:002018-03-10T14:37:01.389+11:008 tips from a novice entering a country show.
After visiting the county show in our beautiful little town as a spectator for a number of years, I decided I had to be a participant in the show this year; it was a yearning to be part of the community, which should be the overriding reason, but...... I think, no I know, I am a tad competitive.....So much so I practised chucking a gum boot all around LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-47990062737451497532018-01-28T18:53:00.002+11:002018-01-28T18:53:36.692+11:00Dancing with goats.
I’m really not sure where the saying
‘Silly old goat’ came from, be assured goats are very intelligent. Silly old humans would be more aptly applied
to us when trying to use our wits against the goats when attempting to wrangle
them in the old holding and handling yards.
Goats are masters of evasion, helped
by eyes that can see 340 degrees around them and with the advantage of 4 legs
LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-73891012598398525752017-11-03T20:39:00.000+11:002017-11-03T20:39:18.431+11:00Stalking a Red Belly Black Snake.
What to do when a Red Belly Black snake takes up residence under your wheelbarrow water pump cover?
You sit and wait patiently for snakey to vacate, 'cos if you don't see it leave you don't know if it is safe to remove the wheelbarrow to use the water pump!
Australia has a good share of highly venomous snakes. Our farm has three of these, the Eastern Brown snake being LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-77087156859620503672017-10-13T18:39:00.001+11:002017-10-13T18:39:10.852+11:00Does mumma need a gun? Stock euthanasia.
Where to begin? I am anti gun. I hate
guns. To me a gun represents violence. I applaud Australia’s strict gun laws. As
a city girl I can’t think of a possible reason outside of sport anyone would
need one in the city sprawl. Hunting is
no longer a subsistence requirement among the skyscrapers and urban landscape. I
am quite sure the local suburban parks now have wild children not wild LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-80752098674516760112017-08-07T14:37:00.000+10:002017-08-07T14:37:19.186+10:00Aliens are landing!
My usual
ritual during the early weeks of kidding time is to walk the paddock before I go to bed to check on
the mums and bubs.
One particular
evening I was annoyed to find the girls were having a night out at the local hay bale; their babies had been left alone all over the paddock. One kid was
acting as fox bait; it had climbed through the wire fence and was curled up in
the LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-21198451478881430852017-06-13T17:07:00.000+10:002017-06-13T17:07:16.380+10:00Hi Ho, Hi Ho, off to olive picking I go!
I think I sort of invited
myself to help with the olive harvest at Narranghi Olive Grove situated just
outside of Braidwood. I met Kerry and
Paul, half owners of the grove with Kerry's sister Di and her husband, through a friend who had talked about the fun she
has every year helping out at the harvest. The harvest sounded like a great
social event, I figure if someone willingly goes LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-50335853012390330552017-05-06T06:38:00.001+10:002017-05-06T07:29:58.508+10:00A stare into the past - Bushranger shoot out at the Show ground.
As a family historian it was
fabulous to be able to have a front row seat and stare back 150 years into
Braidwood’s history as the infamous bushrangers Tom and John Clarke were recaptured all over again amid a
hail of bullets and gun smoke during a faithful re-enactment at the showground.
Luke and Tom Clarke admirably played the parts of their ancestors. Everyone I spoke to wanted to LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-59375911864497456752017-03-10T21:43:00.000+11:002017-03-10T21:43:04.380+11:00Sew it. Grow it. Show it.- Braidwood Show
The 141st Braidwood Show is done and dusted, although it was more mud than dust. The dress code for the day was gumboots, drizabone oilskins and umbrellas. At 7am the rain was steadily falling at the farm and had been all night, not something I want to complain about considering how badly we need it, I rolled over in bed and considered if I really wanted to head to the annual country show.&LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-36516294512432461982017-02-17T08:55:00.000+11:002017-02-17T08:55:09.562+11:00Braidwood Race Day
My husband and I want to experience
and immerse ourselves in all that our little town and community has to offer,
so we were looking forward to attending the annual horse races with the
Braidwood Jockey Club.
This
was a first for both of us. The closest we have been to a racing track was to
watch on television the 'Melboune Cup', the biggest horse racing event in
Australia. We had no LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-41242352970470116762017-02-04T13:52:00.001+11:002017-02-04T13:52:45.791+11:00Escapees from goat Alcatraz in Braidwood
Over the past number of weeks there
have been large numbers of escapees from Braidwood Maximum Security Goat Gaol.
The Warden is dumbfounded over these bids for freedom, particularly as these goats
were placed in a refurbished
cell with new high grade fencing and the inclusion of excellent and abundant
rations and the inmates have always been treated with love and affection.
LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-53763748090873963532017-01-02T15:19:00.001+11:002017-01-02T15:19:46.761+11:00Nine New Year wishes for the farm
Many people make New Year resolutions in the hopes of making positive changes to their lives, I'm not a resolution setting type of girl. I believe resolutions are just a way to may you feel bad about yourself when they are not achieved. There is no point in trying to fool myself into believing I will go to the gym beyond once, or eat lettuce for longer than a week. Instead of making LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-89429355441532247222016-12-22T16:15:00.001+11:002016-12-22T16:15:40.730+11:00Christmas GreetingsLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-216595164267514082016-12-05T15:42:00.001+11:002016-12-05T15:42:03.665+11:00The art of naming our farm animals
“A
name is a powerful thing. It sets one apart and gives significance.”
(Jessica Khoury author.)
Therein lies my down falling.
I really enjoy naming my goats
although I desperately try not to name the boys because as soon as they even
have a nickname, like Chunky Monkey, which was never meant to be a real name
but has stuck, they have obviously wormed their way into my LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-11553557429542789202016-10-23T17:50:00.000+11:002016-10-23T17:50:48.684+11:00Welcome Swallow?
They’re
back! Where do they go during
winter? I know Spring is upon us when
the Welcome Swallows swoop back in. As
these birds zoom in under our house veranda they remind me of jet fighter
planes on manoeuvres with their aerobatic flying skills, changing direction at
the absolute last minute to swoop back out after drooping a poo bomb!
The
name ‘Welcome” swallow comes LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-11684523229812224532016-08-15T17:55:00.000+10:002016-08-15T17:55:40.236+10:00Holden graveyard
When we bought Somerset Farm there was definitely the beginnings of an automobile cemetery in the home paddock. Once the pride of their owners these dead modes of transportation had been abandoned and forgotten to be swallowed up by the grass where they stood. The dead car count was three HQ Holdens, one HR Holden, one TD Cortina.
Rust in Peace.
They were were probably a havenLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-21637973183996704252016-07-20T13:22:00.000+10:002016-10-16T20:19:46.399+11:00Kayak adventure gone wrong
I had not intended to tell this story but my hubby asked if
I was going to do a blog about it.
I sort of squinted at him, furrowed my brow and raised an
eyebrow, “Really you want me to write about your harebrained mis-
adventure?”
Him: “It wasn’t harebrained or a mis-
adventure, we had a great time”. We
being hubby and son.
Well that is where men and LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-31716560137018767832016-06-14T16:03:00.000+10:002016-06-14T18:24:26.258+10:00My sexy little old man.
We had owned our patch for quite a number of years
before I discovered the wonder of the ride on mower.
When I was a young teenager I must have lost my
mind temporarily. I asked my father if I could mow our backyard lawn, it looked
like fun......
Our backyard was huuuge, it was summer, stinking hot and it was
ridiculously hard work to have to do again only a week later, such
madnessLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-71812938992243815192016-04-18T13:23:00.000+10:002016-04-18T13:23:12.455+10:00Graffiti Rock
Our country town has a Well Wish Boulder as opposed to a
city overhead bridge where signs are hung from, wishing Jane bon voyage or Wade
happy 21st birthday. The
signs draw your eye and out of human curiosity you wonder as you nearly drive
up the bum of the car in front “Will
Emma marry Nathan? How does Emma know it
is her Nathan asking this monumental
question? I LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-3571411387564807532016-03-23T14:56:00.000+11:002016-04-16T22:04:46.909+10:00Braidwood Rodeo - Ride 'em Cowboy!
On the weekend I attended the annual Braidwood
Rodeo. In my walk between two lives, city and country, I have had to
adjust many of my city perceptions about certain aspects of country life.
I understand so many people believe rodeos to be
a cruel form of sport and entertainment; whereas country people look at the
rodeo as a way to express and hone their stockmanship with horses LipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-49789580615955928582016-03-09T16:47:00.001+11:002016-03-09T16:47:24.108+11:00Flower essence therapy for animals – bunk or real?
Summer brought scorching skies, long
periods of no rain, crunchy brown grass and very nearly bitter disappointment
in the wildflower department to Somerset farm until I came across this stunning Fringed Violet in our heath land.
Fringed Violet (Thysanotus tuberosus)
Sadly the
flower only lasts one day; it won’t open when it is overcast or on wet days so
I feel incredibly luckyLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-802954865786173471.post-23792534971085077082016-02-17T13:26:00.000+11:002016-02-17T13:26:28.408+11:00Xanthe the baby goat.
Are our lives predestined
for us and whatever happens does so for a reason? Are some events just meant to be destiny?
These are my
reflections as I think about Xanthe.
Some of you who followed my earlier blogs Call the midwife - Hell, not her! and You've got to be kidding! may
have wondered how Xanthe my baby goat was fairing.
It has taken quite awhile for meLipStick for goatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723582105921246217noreply@blogger.com0