It's been another glorious drizzly day here. We've now gone beyond four inches of rain and I'm prepared to call this the wet season, better late than never. Sarah's prayers may have had something to do with it, but unfortunately for her, not enough to cut the highway as was her plan.
Of course the handful of weaners in the yards aren't as overjoyed as the rest of us. Cold and wet, they've experienced some intensive dog-training sessions and been re-located out of the yard a little earlier than expected. So far, so good.
Fred the Wonderdog is currently beside himself, with Sarah's Ruby who occupies a neighbouring cage, currently on heat.
Have another cold shower Fred.
She's your daughter for pity's sake!
Jess was doing some reflecting just the other day, she's into low-stress stock handling.
These girls were in the yard recently for preg-testing. They'll have their first babies come Spring.
They were also used as donors in an Embryo Transfer program earlier in the year, so will actually have multiple babies, but without the need for double prams. The recips will do the hard work for them, raising them as their own.
I caught Jess capturing a self-portrait,
and with her sister's camera. Uh-oh.
We're all counting sleeps to school holidays.
It'll be nice to set six places at the table every night.
And the phone can go on top of the fridge for a fortnight.
Even though it's only used as a music machine.
I can't sit here pretending to do figures for the bank much longer.
I'm going to have to go help feed up.