How to kill off a lawnmower and other (madbush) stories

The dreaded *back yard*

Lawnmowers you either hate em or you love em. Out there across the globe that familiar drone of the lawnmower will be resonating in the still Sunday morning air, while the neighbours in suburbia try to get their sleep in. People are proud of their lawns. They can spend thousands getting the looks and the height just right. But always - there is that task awaiting the lawn lover. The dreaded mowing ritual. Once, a very long time ago I had a lawn mower. It was the kind of lawnmower one had inherited from two generations back from dear old Grandpa. My ex-husband had taken the good one so here I was left with an ancient Briggs & Stratton 4 stroke mower with a rusting body, wobbly wheels and it smoked badly. For eight restful months I had no need to get out there and perform that dreaded ritual. I was staying at my mothers then while my new home on the farm here was being built and the hard as nails kikuyu grass got higher and higher then over my head.

Having some brains (so I thought) I had my neighbours bring their cattle in to lay waste to that 6 foot plus high grass and knock it over so I could actually see where I was walking without vanishing every few steps down a hole or several. Winter came, and after a few snarly reminders the neighbours finally came and got their cows. By then we had old Edward and the Red Devons here - so the rest had to go. But of course, with the departure came that day when I had to do that dreaded task..mowing my *lawn*. Yes some lawn it was....

It wasn't too bad the first part. I got out the old lawnmower cleared out the sparkplug, put in the new petrol and oil, after a 100 or so yanks the old mower fired up. Off I went with the mower rattling and banging over heck knows what, but at the end of the hour, I had a nicely mowed square of what I thought might be the start of my new front lawn - but then, there was the back of the house to do...
Four legged Lawnmowers do all the work now

I had lunch, shoved back on my gumboots (which weren't leaking at the time) and dragged the old mower with its crooked wheels and rusting excuse for a body around the back, and fired it up again. With grim set determination, an evil gleam in my eye and a very bad attitude towards the rising weeds, off me and the now choking weezing..smoking mower went. I had forgotten all about the foot deep cattle ruts and the huge hunks of lime rock hidden in the jungle like tangle of weeds and kikuyu grass didn't I...one huge crunching sound after the other with me vanishing down a hole every so often as me and that ancient mower murdered the greenery..then...there was an explosion...With black smoke pouring out and strange coughing choking sounds the old mower cranked out its last shudder and died. Yes I had murdered Lord Briggs & Stratton for the very last time. See what happens when you get rid of the cows? So now I just used four legged lawnmowers and herbicide. One day perhaps I might just might get a new mower and murder that too...maybe.


Well some murder mystery this turns out to be..It began with a carrot. Yes I said a carrot. There was the carrot rejected by the human carelessly and uncaringly cast out the window and left to an uncertain fate...The wind and the rain blew upon the carrot all of that dark night and there it remained shivering and afraid ...slowly rotting in the summer. YET it was still certain that perhaps the human might , just might reconsider allowing them back inside..but no human came..

Dawn came and still the poor carrot waited. Still no human came to resuce it from the cruel cold world..then a dark shadow befell up the carrot's now shivering terrified form. It had feathers, was black and it squawked vicously as its beady little eyes beheld the carrot it its hypnotic gaze. The head now angled, the sharp curved beak descending and thus the first murderous blow was struck upon the poor innocent carrot's shrivelled form and the last fading words heard from the carrot, as it was pecked to pieces by an evil black chicken named Maggie the Pecker May were.."Why the heck did I choose to come back as a damned carrot!" And the carrot was never seen nor heard from ever again...

And the rest of the stuff........

Just another day on the Mad Bush Farm. Cats biting each other. Chickens trying to get into my house..again. Weeds getting higher that sort of thing. Sasquatch deciding to get under the sofa blanket when I was trying to straighten things up and falling asleep. Photo could not be resisted.

Quick Farm Sketch of the Day - Summer held by Sue

I thought I might do a farm sketch each day of something to do with farming or farm animals. Just quick ones that aren't grand master pieces but small reminders of why I love living in a rural community. Above is the first one. This is a quick one I did off one of my photos of little Summer who was at Anne and Cameron's farm. Normally a calf so small would end up on the bobby truck..not this one. She's still there a year later and growing fast - reminds me of the Terrorist in a way. Sue was in the shed and picked little Summer up. She was half the size of the calves that were only a few days old and she was a month old! When I ended up with the Terrorist she was just as tiny.


Rain Finally! And other things that go on in life

And life continues I suppose. We've been roasting for day after day and slowly but surely my cabbage trees have been showing signs of stress from the lack of moisture. Now I have piles of dead leaves I have to clear up along with my weeds as well. Spraying didn't work because there was no rain for the weeds to suck up along with the glyphosphate I'd sprayed on them. I dread next spring. I'll be out there a lot with the sprayer..groan. But finally we have had rain - it's so badly needed. The pasture has been so dry and slow to grow. I'm glad I don't have too many animals or I would have been in serious trouble feed wise. Lucky I still have hay here.

Meantime as usual we have the chickens going broody yet again and being pains in the rear. Maggie came inside the other day while my back was turned and left her calling card on my carpet. Wonderful - not. Yesterday her and Feather had a big scrap over a hunk of bread I had given them.

Then next thing I know Sasquatch and Dream decided to have a go at each other and my trusty old Tellus vacuum cleaner as well. So I turned it on - that fixed them. And I paid the price of course by being clawed in the leg by his evilness.

Meantime while I was doing some research on other stuff I came across some wonderful images from the Flickr Commons site. Old farming photos I just love and other stuff too.
I love this one this is from the New York Tribune of country children. Well I had better go and do something such as preventing an innocent carrot from being murdered by a mad chicken maybe? Anyway check out the Flickr Commons site well worth a look. I love it.