This past week saw an Under 8's Day at school.
Technically not under 8, Wallace still felt compelled to enjoy the great myriad of activities on offer.
These rogue piglets found a point of exit from their paddock and are wreaking havoc at every turn. If they touch my potatoes I'll have an apple stuffed in their mouths faster than they can say "wee wee wee, all the way home".
With a yard full of weaners, Ruby and Steel have had a full-time job educating them.
Coke rather non-plussed by all the fuss.
He thinks he's at Mission Beach. All he needs is a Pina Colada.
This little critter met us at the gate on the way home from school Friday afternoon.
We had 23 mils of rain Saturday on what was definitely the coldest day of the year thus far. I shivered all day, enough to ring Matthew and insist he buy a heater on his way through town. I transferred the laptop to a spot directly in front of it and spent the day trying to look busy entering calf records. The children played games,
we made bread, pea & ham soup and self-saucing chocolate pudding.
And then when the rain stopped I started to plough
and Matthew inspected, in between trucking machinery between here and Bottle Tree. We'll be re-planting lucerne hopefully by the end of the week.
With a long weekend to fill, the kids set about busying themselves,
bikes to ride,
bubbles to blow,
feed bins to sit in,
and grain fires to watch