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the mightiest trees emerge. Wondrous words travel right alongside them to describe their beauty – like majestic, awe-inspiring, magnificent, stately, etc.  Take a look at this photo and tell me just one of those descriptive words is wrong.

 

Grandfather Gum

Grandfather Gum

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A couple of years ago I wrote a post about the incredible consistency of shop-bought eggs as opposed to the variation in their home-grown  cousins.  It came to mind again because of a slightly different anomaly on an egg carton hubby Kanute showed me. A quick calculation shows each egg weighs 41.5g, for 12 to equal 500g.

That incredible and questionably knowledgeable breed known as ‘they’ call these eggs Medium size. Huh? Egg farmers around the world would be squawking loudly and selling the first tiny eggs most chooks lay when they start — except they are rendered speechless by the very thought. Here’s a photo of that  pack of  ‘Medium’ sized eggs –

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Evoire.500.b.

Once upon a time on a farm we owned, we inherited a wonderful old gum tree, capable of sheltering countless families of birds and mammals and all manner of creepy crawlies, too.

We were told that his girth measurement indicated an age of well in excess of 400 years. That was in the 1980’s, and a recent Google satellite photo we investigated showed he’s still there. Isn’t that wonderful? Many times we were tempted to check about having him heritage listed, but never did for fear of the potential upheaval if he became famous. Selfish? Maybe… but he’s still there, and intact. I think our choice was the right one.

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Terrifying

Terrifying

… maybe they are  mimicking the Pete Seeger song, and its words –

‘… Long time passing,

Long time ago… ‘

There must be some good reasons for the appalling lack of community spirit and caring that sees almost every organisation that relies heavily on volunteers, struggling to keep afloat today.

In fact, many have already sunk due to lack of support and the ageing population who still believe in helping your fellow man, regardless of what it may cost personally…  in time and effort and love of humanity.

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Shark picture

I know this site is called ‘ceedee country’ , but my country of Australia IS ‘girt by sea’, and the latest news about these pristine waters is UGLY… and that is an understatement.

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and the Old Man WAS snoring, last night – just like every night.

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It certainly wasn’t him who did the rain dance that has brought us 7″ (175mm) of rain last month , and in the 20 days of this month so far, another 5-1/2″ (137mm). Over the next few days another inch or so is forecast. Of course, at the beginning of the season rain dances were popular amongst the farming fraternity – but just like our old friend Hanrahan said, “We’ll all be ‘rooned if it don’t stop soon”.

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Gone Fishing…

Gone Fishing

The Fisherman is not too fussed whether he’s successful in the traditional way of actually catching something… or not. You see, the satisfaction he expresses is the sun on his back; the smell of fresh, somewhat salty air; the uninterrupted view across the River Murray to the island; the cries of the birds, from river and sea; the well-earned freedom after a lifetime of toil; the ultimate choice to stay… or go home for lunch. Continue Reading »

Kelly, when she was Wendy

P-L-E-A-S-E take me home with you!

This story in pictures begins with the photo of our Kelly, who was still ‘Wendy’ at the animal shelter when this heart-rending photo was taken.  ‘Wendy’ was all signed up and paid for, when her new mother to be had an accident and was unable to go ahead with the adoption.  Unlucky lady… but oh SO lucky us! Continue Reading »

… crying over forbidden milk.  And who is crying?  Two big ‘boofy’ bulls.  And why?  Please read on.

They were separated the other day because they were caught still drinking from respective Mums at 18 months old!  AND, those two mobile milk factories are already working overtime, feeding two calves each.

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… and you can see that Kanute, the eternal farmer is doing just that… imagining!

Man... that looks SO good!

Man… that looks SO good!

And I can tell you, it’s a whole lot easier to do now that work has begun.  The ‘invisible’ shed was a little tricky, sometimes.  Kanute’s ‘you beaut ute’ didn’t always get it.  And the new/old tractor found its imagination somewhat taxed, as well.

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and then there are Men at Work on a shed – OUR NEW SHED.  Yippee… we’re over the moon.  You would be, too if your last shed ended up looking like this –

There are no words

There are no words

and the new, you beaut shed has only begun taking shape from 7.30am today, and already, before lunchtime, looks like this –

A picture worth a thousand words!

A picture worth a thousand words!

Sure beats our invisible shed that Kanute has been parking our new you beaut ute in for a week or so!  By early next week, it will have a new you beaut home to live in… and the you beaut tractor will, also!

Ohh-hh… look –

From our local newspaper, The SE Times – this is surely Karma… no?

Easter Service at our local Driver Reviver rest stop

Easter Service at our local Driver Reviver rest stop

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They’re in the news everywhere, it seems. Sinkholes, that is.  (see the Related Articles below… just a couple of the many stories being reported almost daily, it seems)

Well-ll, our limestone farmhouse has survived in the South East of South Australia since 1878 – and we believe it to be directly over a sinkhole.  Or a big limestone cavern underneath us somewhere not too far down.  And to think people move into caves when they think the world may end… to stay safe?

Our two bores (providing ‘flattish’ but clear as a bell, absolutely drinkable water) are situated somewhere below us, at a depth of just 3.3 metres (11′) – one is just behind our house, and one to the side.  Go figure.  It’s surely down there under us somewhere. Continue Reading »

Our Australian Ute

When we had our shed fire at the beginning of this year, we lost our trusty old utility (a 1981 Mitsubishi L200).  It wasn’t too valuable really – except to us when we needed to cart stock to and from our local market with our trailer hitched on behind.  And when the paddocks were wet and sludgy, its 4-wheel drive capacity made it possible to still feed out hay to our eager beefies.

Here’s what was left after the fire event – (ironically, our extensive fire-fighting unit and equipment were all on the back – normally out of the shed on high fire risk days, but not on this balmy summer night)

How sad is that?

How sad is that?

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Some Memories fade

… and names can be forgotten as the years roll on.  But at a recent reunion of farmers – ‘Back to Parawa 2013’ – the organisers thoughtfully and most cleverly, had name tags for everyone attending – in BIG WRITING.  As it was 30 years since the last reunion, this was brilliant – especially when they also added the maiden name of the married ladies.  This was particularly helpful for some of us who had not been born and bred in the area, and had no idea of many family connections after marriage and name changes. Continue Reading »

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