Monday, 14 December 2015
Saturday, 14 November 2015
I've been rising early for a 7km run/walk at 5am recently, heading out at dawn so I am back in time to rouse Joshua to be ready to catch the school bus at 7:30.
It is usually a very peaceful time, enjoying the cool before the flies come out. However, last week I twice had to dodge wandering stock - sheep escapees from the inadequately fenced paddocks beside the road out of town. I now have the shire ranger's mobile number in my phone contact's list, because this constitutes an "emergency situation" as sheep on the road can quickly lead to crashes on the road. This week I've been swooped upon by a mating pair of nesting magpies, who are extremely territorial. I'm learning to distinguish the raucous caaaw of their warning call from the rolling trill of their all clear.
The misty dawns are simply magnificent.
On the way to my regular KYB Bible study group 50km from where I live, I drive past this farm.
The local farmers have finished their main hay harvest and canola swathing, and are well into the canola (similar to rapeseed) harvest. Wheat and then barley are still to go. Some farmers then harvest their wheat or barley stubble as a second hay harvest.
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
Friday, 3 July 2015
|Fog over the paddocks at sunrise, Arthur River|
|Fog over the sea at sunrise, Albany|
|Golden sunrise, Kojonup|
|Another misty dawn, Arthur River|
|First stars of the night, Cranbrook|
I've been walking and driving a lot at sunrise and sunset in the short days of winter.
Sometimes all I could see was pitch dark on either side of my high beams on the highway. Then I'd notice the pale glow of a gibbous moon hovering on my left, and a spotlight from a tractor would wheel below, as a farmer seeded his paddocks.
This was peace.
Tuesday, 30 June 2015
Monday, 1 June 2015
Most of the eggs hatched by our broody hens have added more hens to our flock. Santa, Chrissie and Boxer, born late last year (guess when?), are all hens. Pecker, born from the same clutch, turned out to be a rooster. Alas, he was in for the chop, as soon as he started crowing.
Samuel eagerly did the honours after Jeff researched online the most humane way to slaughter a chicken, and the most efficient way to pluck one.