The week began and ended with a little fence-repairing,
with a good dash of the same in the middle,
both at Rock Wallaby and Bottle Tree.
Mid-week saw the youngest three and I head to a local Brangus bull sale, Dad summonsed away to attend a sale some seven hundred kilometres to our north. With budget restrictions in place, we managed to end the day with two bulls in our possession,
unsure yet if Dad is suitably impressed ... though I've the rest of my life to hear about it.
I did enjoy meeting a fellow-blogger at the sale with a smile to brighten anybody's day.
Friday saw us head west for our annual inter-school hockey challenge, a once-a-year opportunity for our youngsters to participate in a team sport.
Jess carried the responsibility of goalie,
Wallace did something in the middle,
as did Sal,
in the junior division.
She surprised us all
coming home with not only a medallion for being a member of the winning team, but also the trophy for highest scoring Junior and Best & Fairest Junior player.
Irrigation has been in place in the lucerne paddock,
with this lot hopefully to be watered only once more before being baled and shedded sometime this month.
Though this little water feature at one of the hydrants not necessarily as it should be! Something else for the 'to-do' list.
A trip to Bottle Tree yesterday revealing more babies
some easier sighted than others.
This darling looking like she may be carrying more than one!
The troops found time to investigate a dam
spying fish and collecting mussel shells.
Just what we need on the duchess at home.
Sal found time to catch up with a much loved pony
and parents promised that horses would return home with us for the Christmas holidays to allow for a little more joy riding instead of just work riding.
And today was spent at home.
Dad and I returned from a fencing repair job to find marble cake and jam drops for smoko, compliments of the two big girls,
not entirely fitting with our low-carb way of life, but delightful all the same.
Some found time for a little backyard cricket,
while the crowd of onlookers went wild. And yes I will be starting sprinklers in the houseyard this week.
Late afternoon saw a group of urchins atop the pig pen searching for ripe mulberries,
Many not ripe yet, that I hope will find their way to the kitchen to be converted to Mulberry Jelly (if not muffins and pies).
And in more exciting news, oldest daughter not only ironed her own uniform for tomorrow, but Dad's work clothes as well.
News to warm the soul indeed.