s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

So Stephen’s being all farmerly. Today he went and picked up the winter’s hay supply in his ute, and just yesterday he tackled a sheep ! Nice full-body rugby tackle, into a patch of thistle, no less. While wearing gum boots (Stephen, not the sheep).

Stuart had come up at last to collect Molly & Dolly, our two renegades. Between him on his farm bike, Yvonne & the girls playing farmhand on their horses, Stephen, Rasputin playing eye-cat, and me, we had minimal trouble corraling the pair of prodigal ewes into the dog run, from whence Stuart will come and get them today.

(Stephen may just have dented his shiny new farmer image a bit by remarking to Stuart about how “quiescent” Dolly went when Stuart sat her up to get a look at her teeth. Hee. Farmer *and* technical writer…)

Today, the Power Tools we ordered at the Field Days arrive. Woo ! Let the destruction commence !