I can’t remember ever feeling this acutely aware of the change of seasons. Perhaps it was harder to notice in the suburbs, it was more difficult to hear the birds, you never saw the baby animals or noticed the buds on the huge old trees which have been naked for the past three months. But the last week has been so full of life around here that it is impossible not to notice something brand new in every corner of the farm;
I cannot be held responsible for this chickens life if she insists on running the gauntlet that is my murderous Shi-Tzu. He can only resist so much temptation.…
Louie’s other favourite past-time is barking at the loudest cows in the world. He barks, they moo. It goes on for hours AND I HATE IT but it is 100x better than listening to boy racers.
Lou is looking super stylee in his fluro orange, chenille knitted sweater, Mum bought it for lil Marl but she said it was too big, hmmmmm
Ethan is having a few problems with Louie at the moment, basically stemming from the fact that Lou is a dog and Ethan WANTS to be a dog. It’s like reverse-racism, or species-ism I guess. Ethan loves dogs so much he just wants to be one and I guess Louie just isn’t living the dream as much as Ethan thinks he should be;
For all of their problems, Louie is still Ethan’s best [only] brother, and Louie loves him most of the time;
Every-body’s happy that it is warmer. I’m happy because I have dried 8 loads of washing on the line in 3 days and my boy is SUPER happy;