I’ve been busy, so sorry about getting behind with my posts. Hopefully will catch up soon.
Went to a heavy horse show at the beginning of this month, and got some lively shots of working horses and also of other old trades/crafts.
Best of all, found a gypsy cob and cart! More on this later.
No, not me, I’m not that wise, but this lady certainly resonates with me 🙂
I heard about this case a while back, but didn’t get a chance to link it then, so now is better than not 🙂
Ready for the singalong? 🙂
Sharing this because it’s a great story, and shows there’s still humans who care.
We spent an afternoon and a morning at Deep Lake, in Victoria. It was lovely and peaceful, as we had the place to ourselves. It did rain though, and it was a bit muddy, so we moved on elsewhere, but it’s a place we often return to when in the area.
I once asked a local fisherman, how deep the lake was. Umm…. about a metre deep…. which isn’t deep in my view, however, it’s apparently deep compared to another nearby lake 🙂
I grew up with chickens….. let me rephrase that, in a suburban block, my father kept chickens in the backyard. He called them ‘his girls’, and took great care of them. I loved them, and had a particular pet one which I called ‘Queenie’. At times, I’ve had my own chickens, and they are part of my history. I also seek out conversations with chickens as I travel about the countryside.
Recently I took a turn off the main street in a small country town, just because, and lo and behold, I came across these wonderful birds.
I spent several minutes talking to the ‘chooks’ as we call them Downunder 🙂
Looking for some music, I came across this piece, and while it’s not my usual type of music, I found a great deal of humour in it – hopefully you will also!
