Tales from the Bush, part 3

Day 3, Daph's Caf Log (the Sun, new moon Mars, Venus, and Mercury in Virgo)

Oh will you please please shutttt uppppp, sodding birds!!,  Kookaburras sound like they’re having a mad rave up, do they not have volume control???? Doggie looks at me from the side of the bed, "time for breakfast " he says with his eyes.  It's only 6.30 am and we're in full swing.  I grab the dressing gown as the temperature has fallen, hop into slippers and trudge upstairs, bleary eyed to feed and let the dog out.  He looks at me as if to say "wot, you're not coming then?"  (he's english, so he speaks that way)

I stumble back to bed thinking I can get another hour in, BUT NO, the dog begins to bark. Well let’s check to see if someone is at the door. Oh yes, of course, delivery man, with a package (oh behave!) , the earlier the better his attitude seems to say.  I keep a grip on the dog's collar, as delivery man tries to pet the dog.  Can't you see this is a trained attack dog that can kill at 20 paces? ...Not. I think the wagging tail gives it away.  People love Labradors, full stop. 

Leader of the Pack!

The day meanders on, and it's time to let the evil chooks out for their "run".  I head down to the coop and they all gather round the door, "don't even think of rushing me again girls, I've got my ammo with me again" I tell them as I open the door.  Oh, the look of utter disdain on their faces, I swear they're actually grumbling about me.  I go and check to see if there are any eggs, there must be mutiny on the bounty, as no one as laid ANY EGGS!  Oooo, well good thing I'm not having breakfast this morning eh.

Dog and I go for a trot later, and a mad gnashing black ball of fur comes hurtling out of a house trying to attack us.  Doggie just looks at it as if to say, "oi oi, what's YOUR problem guv".  The owner of the white gnashing teeth and black fur runs after his dog and apologises profusely as everyone winds their way around me and I stand in the middle screeching "arrrggghhhhh", like the big girls blouse that I am.    Well that was the excitement for the day.

and it poured down with rain, talk about a bumpy ride!

Lurch aka youngest son arrives later that evening, hens are already in the coop, everything is quiet, looking forward to good night’s sleep. I wonder what the evil cluckers will get up to tomorrow. For now… zzzzzzz

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Tales from the Bush, Log Book 2

Day 2, Daph's Caf Log (Venus in Virgo)

After a quiet start in the moaning I mean morning, it turns into a mad day of packing, and hustling, and more packing.  The Godmother is ticking off her list like a whirling dervish.  I’ve been asked to heard and bathe the pygmies, ooops I mean kids before they are eventually shooed into The Godmothers huge batmobile, believe me it’s massive, fits all manner of clothes, bedding, food, scooters, boogie boards. you name it, the car’s swallowed it.  They finally depart, waving and honking.

I take the lovely smiling doggie out for a trot (we don't walk, we trot if you please). The roads goes at a steep gradient downhill, then a steep gradient uphill, then swerves off to the left, then a sharp right, blimey are we doing the hokey pokey here?  Anyhow, it's a good walk, I'm wheezing, doggie is panting and giving me the side stare as if to say, “come on, I got ya”, note to self, GET FITTER!  

Going down, little do you know I might be on roller blades!

Puff, puff, going UP!wheezee!

 After we've gulped down water, the dog and I that is, I head down the yard to close the coop, and the chickens... RUSH ME!  ACK!!!  The black one obviously the leader of the pack in the front of the charge, but I will not be outwitted by the evil cluckers!  I have my ammo handy and manage to hustle the rebellious ones inside and swing that coop door close with a flourish!  HAH, one for the city girl, zero for the "henny penny" gang! 

My Ammo!! I had a whole bucket full of em, he he he

Night falls, the house creaks and groans, the cicadas are making a ruckus, the dog is staring at me... ah right, snack time, for him, not me! I decide to hunker down and watch my favourite vampire series.  Uh maybe not such a good idea when you're ON YOUR OWN.  Head to bed, dog comes with me, thank goodness, restless night, where the bleedin heck is Morpheus?

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