2012-06-27

She that wears gumboots makes egg cozy!





 You would assume that because my favourite footwear most of the time is my rather sodden and very muddy gumboots (no thanks to the dog dragging them around!) I would not do things like ...um ...well knitting for instance. Well..yes actually I can and do knit from time to time. Usually things get given away or as is my very bad habit never get finished. .I knitted an egg cozy. Yes, I can hear the voices now saying "Egg Cozy?? What in heck do you want to do that for!" It's kind of kitch and out of vogue these days to cover up one's boiled eggs. My Nana used to always put cozy's on her eggs - usually to get us kids to eat the egg underneath. Well it's a bit of fun anyway. It will probably end up in a box somewhere, but it was a change from looking at water filled drains and mud everywhere.


Mother Winter is back and so is the wet, rain and the mud to match. Mud packs of late have been the norm for me and my farm clothes. My gumboots would never make the cover of Farmer's Vogue - they are that encrusted with mud.




I went out briefly tonight with the camera and managed to take a few photos of River and Ranger. The old man was up the hill and the Terrorist well...is awol again. Where? I don't know.

 On Terry's place somewhere..again *sigh*. I'll find the little jersey trouble maker yet. River is missing her off course. Cows do like their own kind rather than a midget pony and a grumpy old fossil horse named Edward for paddock mates

One thing about it having Ranger around is a bit of fun. He's such a cute little guy. No biting or kicking. He's been really good and has settled down nicely. We'll finish his training when the weather is better. At the moment we've turned both horses out for winter. No point trying to ride in muddy paddocks.

Well that's another post done. Check out some of the blogs on the side bar. Phil at Yardy Yardy Yardy is hot under the collar right now over our lovely (not!) government's hair brained scheme to start allowing oil exploration and mining on conservation land. Phil is a former broadcaster who terms himself a stirrer.

Lisa over at Timespanner has written from really great heritage posts over 1500 to date on anything and everything connected with New Zealand heritage. There's a great one she wrote about the Westwood Children who were used as sideshow freaks by their parents. It's a fascinating history about the 'giant children of Foxton'. Wilfred the boy went on to become one of New Zealand's earliest (if not the earliest) glass artists.

Jayne over at Our Great Southern Land takes her usual and humorous look at Aussie History. She always makes me laugh with her witty posts.

And Bridget over at Cabbage Tree Farm has a couple of great posts about making little people their own wee garden and she's also just got herself some piglets as well. Worth checking out.



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2012-06-25

An Amphibian House Guest



Just when the mundane was settling itself firmly into a nice comfy place on the farm and Mother Winter was busily freezing us all into place - madness returned.



Cause: Amphibian found in youngest teen's bedroom.

Don't ask how it got there. For all I know the aliens could have frognapped our rather fat green friend and planted it there as a listening device. Unless they like the sounds of teenage music, sisters fighting and the occasional cat scratching her fleas from time to time. They won't get much information out of their amphibian listening device.



Frogs belong in ponds not in a 13 year old's rather um well lived in bedroom. 13 year old was instructed after informing the management of the amphibian resident to remove said green invader from bedroom. After lots of crashing, banging and the sounds of a teenager capturing the green invader - the frog was nabbed.



Placed in an alien- like stark white environment frog contemplated its fate without signs of emotional response. A large eye like device came down into into its view and went 'click!'. Of course that was my camera taking some shots. Said frog was then quietly released back into the pond behind the house. How it got inside? I still don't know. At least this one had two eyes unlike the one we had in our sink last year. Now that was really one-eyed. Literally.