I was going to make Mulberry jam - honestly I was

Back in November our mulberry tree started fruiting.  It is a lot of fun to go outside and pick our breakfast straight from the tree.  The mulberries and apricots ripened about the same time, the peaches are ripening now and soon we will have pears, quinces, grapes and figs.  Sadly the citrus are almost finished for the season.

Anyway, back to the mulberries, I managed to actually pick a bowl full of mulberries, it was one for the bowl, one for me.  I did manage to get them inside before they were devoured, they are so delicious.  I had every good intention of turning them into mulberry jam, but well you know, they sort of all hopped into my mouth.   



There's always next year.

Enjoy life

Ann
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Farm visitors

During the past few months we have had plenty of "visitors" to the farm.  

This goanna was having a lazy stroll in the sun but raced off quickly when I got too close.

This is the Peron's Tree Frog, aka known as the maniacal cackling frog (don't you just love that name).  It has come out seeking water.

The elusive echidna made a surprise stop on it's way to it's destination.  It burrows down in a defensive position so that nothing can harm it, those spines are sharp.

We also have many birds but I'll save them, for another post.

Enjoy life

Ann
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Harvest 2017

With the end of 2017 gone, I can now reflect back on our harvest and think how lucky we were to have a crop and that we were able to get it off in a reasonable time.

Each morning I would go for a walk out through the wheat crop and think how special it is to be living where we do.  We have vast skies above and wonderful scenery all around.   With a bit of hard work and a lot of reliance on Mother Nature, the land provides for us with a cereal crop we can harvest and sheep for market.

With 175mm (7 inches) of rain during our growing season we were able to harvest an average crop.  Late in the season the barley suffered frost damage but all in all we were thankful for what we got.





Enjoy life

Ann
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Our worst December ever.

Wow, it has been a while since I have written, but it was one of those months.  Life gets in the way sometimes.  Sometimes it's for good reasons and sometimes it's for bad. This was a month of the latter with a few spatterings of the good.

At the beginning of December I suffered a recurrence of Ross River Virus.  This time it came back with a vengeance and did the world tour of my body that lasted for almost 4 weeks.  The muscle and joint pain and stiffness started first along with a headache that lasted for 3 weeks.  Then it moved on to my liver and lungs and finally settled in my lower legs and ankles by making them swollen and difficult to walk.  Thankfully I am fully recovered but definitely not looking forward to a repeat bout.

During all of this I managed to attend my daughters dance recital, helping her with costume changes,  makeup and hair. 

Then we celebrated her birthday (the week before Christmas) with a sleepover for her and two friends.

And finally it was Christmas. 

We got up early on Christmas morning to check if Santa had been (he had) and to unwrap our family gifts to each other. After a quick breakfast we hopped in the car and headed to Melbourne for a family Christmas. 

On the way I got the phone call that my Dad had had a fall and was being ambulanced to hospital with a gash on his forehead :( .
When we arrived we learnt he had been transferred to Royal Melbourne Hospital with a bleed on the brain.  I ate a rushed Christmas lunch and headed in to the Hospital with my Step-Mum. 

We spent the next few days in and out of the Hospital, Dad had an operation to clear the clot and thankfully he was discharged this week.  His memory and speech are improving slowly. We are so thankful to all the doctors, nurses and staff of the Royal Melbourne Hospital for their excellent care of my Dad.

2018 is a New Year and I am looking forward to all that it will bring us.


Enjoy life and live every day as if there's no tomorrow.

Ann
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Benny and the pets

We have goats, pet goats.  They are such funny creatures and very smart.

Technically only one of them is ours.  This is Benny, he is the boss.  The other goats and pet sheep that are in the paddock with him are his harem.  Even though he Lords it over them, he misses them dreadfully when they go off to shearing.

He looks a bit ratty in this photo as it was coming into warmer weather and he was losing his Winter coat.  


We got him as a 3 day old and hand-reared him.  We got another goat "Joon" at the same time, but she ate something poisonous when she was 2 weeks old and died.


Tessy and Joon

Our cat Tessy has always helped to look after the orphan lambs and goats.  She loved to play with them until they got too big for her.

This is Nellie.  We adopted Nellie from a neighbour.  Nellie was a naughty goat who lived in town, she thought she was a dog and used to jump the fences to play with the town dogs.  Goats are very nimble and agile and it is hard to keep them contained. 

With all the trouble she was getting into our neighbours asked if we could look after Nellie. 

Nellie is now a good goat and idolises Benny.

Below is Krysta (Isabel named her after the fairy in "Ferngully").

Krysta was also given to us by a neighbour.  She used to eat through her rope and jump the neighbours fence to eat the fruit trees.

Krysta is still a naughty goat, she tries to boss the other pets and she still escapes the paddock to eat the spilled grain under the silos.















Our little lambs are not so little anymore.  They occasionally come up for a scratch and a pat, but mostly they ignore us and keep on eating.

We are debating on how many of them to keep. If you ask our daughter it's all of them, but we have to be practical and think of how much feed is in the paddock and how many mouths are feeding on it.  Their fate will be decided next year at market time.

Enjoy life

Ann
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