A farm type weekend

On Saturday K and his son in law oiled the new deck off the shearing shed. I was on baby duty. Mother and daughter supervised.

The shearing shed has become the social hub for visitors and family.

 

 

 

Parties, barbeques, picnics and of course sheep work happen here.

 

The deck is for loading bales of wool into trucks. The original deck and ramp weren't safe and were retired last season. Friends and family built the new structure recently. The generosity of people is wonderful.


Mr Fix It has spent the last week making the rails to go around it. They slot into wood stirrups and lift off to move bails out. The rest of the time they keep us safe.




We had planned to have bubbly on the deck to celebrate, but there was a cold wind so we adjourned to the caravan for roast dinner instead. This particular leg of lamb was very well travelled. Bred and fattened in Crookwell, frozen and transported to Mataranka,  brought back to Crookwell to share.  I wonder if the lambs smelling the wonderful aroma of roast realised what their fate is next year.  Bit unfair to cook in their paddock.

The other first of the day was our baby grandson's first visit to the farm, which hopefully will be his home soon. First sleep on grandma's bed too.



We have reacquired a dog. She comes up the hill to live with us when we visit. It was quite gratifying that she seemed to know what was going on and be very happy to live with us again. Mind you that might be because she remembered exactly where her ball is kept. She is ball obsessed and will exhaust herself chasing one.
She sat next to my chair this morning for an hour quite happily. Or should I say next to where the ball is hidden.


Anyway it is nice to be pet borrowers for a while.


Cheers Sue


A Ferg on the Move