• Another busy fortnight.

    This fortnight, fencing started on the western boundary at Strigidae. In swooped our ninja-smurf in shining KingGees and his trusty steed (dog) Diesel once again – and the business of pulling down the old fence began. Some of it just needed to be looked at, and it fell to the ground, however other bits took a bit more effort – but with the assistance of a snatch strap, a ute, and some creative driving, it didn’t take our lil ninja long to have it all done and dusted. Pretty impressive actually…! One thing we did learn that day though: when you’re working in mid-thirties heat and sun, do not drink a…

  • Walls, Horatios home, the Internet and a Mouse.

    We decided to take all the dogs out to the farm last week. (sorry – forgot to take photos!) We’ve taken each of them singularly, and take Digby out most times – as he just loves playing up and down the fence line, with the dog from next door. They just run and run, and it’s brilliant exercise for them both. But we decided it was time we got brave and just did it! For the most part it went fairly well, but of course molly had to have a barkathon breakdown at one point, so it’s going to take some definite supervision and boundary setting for just which behaviour…

  • Waste Management

    If you don’t deal with us on a regular basis, there’s something you probably don’t know….we’re carb-whores. Serious carb-whores…! We have yet to meet a pasta or a potato that we didn’t like – but our biggest downfall without any shadow of a doubt – is bread. It doesn’t matter if it’s a mass-produced sliced white, or a hearty mixed-grain roll from a bespoke back-alley bakery – we’re ready, willing and able to tuck in and scoff it down. Of course with this whole bread-whore proclivity, comes the obvious problem of our waste-lines. And no, we don’t mean waist-lines, ours have gone waaaaay past waist, and moved right on to…