"I dreamt I had to marry a pineapple. A really ugly pineapple."
After much consoling and reassurance that, under no circumstances, would he ever be forced to marry fruit, we pushed on with the morning. He is now safely ensconced on the school bus and Farmgirl is watching ABC Kids so I am squeezing in a quick blog post and another cup of coffee.
Yesterday I had a very close encounter with the chook shed snake. Regular readers will know that there have been a few sightings of this elusive reptile and several chooks have succumbed to snake bite symptoms.
When I was collecting the eggs last night I heard a rustle through the straw near the chook shed wall. The rustle continued all the way along the wall and then a tail was sighted disappearing under the corrugated iron. Let me just say I got out of that chook shed at a rate of knots. I debated grabbing my poly pipe (which is propped near the chook pen for just such a purpose) and investigating but decided that discretion is the better part of valour. Besides, I strongly believe that dealing with snakes is The Farmer's job. I will only get amongst it under extreme circumstances and only then if The Farmer is absent.
The only problem is I left half the eggs behind and am now too bloody scared to go back and get them!
Oh well - hopefully the weather will cool down enough that the snakes will hibernate for another year....
The Farm Family departed for a brief overnight stay at The Beach House on the weekend. We all needed a bit of a break, so we headed out at about midday on Saturday. Dinner was yummy fish and chips and we had some friends around for champagne as well. After a lovely breakfast and quick swim on Sunday morning we were back on The Farm by lunch time. It was great to get away though, and gave everyone a bit of a change of scene.
Anyway I think I had better stop procrastinating and get going on the mountain of washing that seems to have appeared on the laundry floor. Where does it come from?
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