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20.01.2022 We had a goat, Myrtle, who was blind. We seem to end up with lots of special needs animals..... But Myrtle never saw herself as being disadvantaged. I could write a book about our Myrtle, her life and her attitude. But today, I was wearing a singlet that was "Myrtle By Design" and it reminded me of a story.... I know a couple of girls that were performing in a dance and their outfits needed to look "worn" so they attacked the shirts with a pair of scissors. Their costumes fell far short as they looked to manufactured. I said "Give them to me, I can get you the look you are after." I brought them home and gave them to Myrtle. Who spent the night chewing holes all through the shirts. When I gave them back, the girls were completely impressed!!! It was exactly the "look" they were after. They questioned how I got the look (Holes of various sizes, stretched, torn). I used my skills to evade the questions..... I didn't have the heart to tell them who came up with the effect!!!! My singlet, today, "Designed By Myrtle" (holes everywhere). I miss Myrtle but that is another story.

20.01.2022 18th Jan (Molly) We have several ducks (more than is required).... One of those ducks is Holly,Dolly, Molly as I call her (yes all three). She is known to others as just Molly. She is a first class nuisance of a duck because unlike the Muscovy ducks she makes a lot of noise. She can be very demanding if things are not going her way and will completely let you know if something is annoying her - loudly. She is also a duck with a great sense of humour and is highly intelligent. She decided that she wanted to be a Mother and laid her eggs in, what she felt was the most appropriate place) the middle of the feed shed. Let's face it where else does one lay an egg? After having my hands bitten off I managed to move her off to the side of the shed where she sat diligently for some days. But there was an element of confusion about Holly, Dolly, Molly because she was coming back up at night to the rest of the Ducks and sleeping with them. Which is a wise move considering that we have a number of large carpet snakes that make our part of the world their home. Hence leaving the eggs on their own at night and whilst it has been sweltering, it wasn't hot enough. We only put two and two together last night and had to make the decision on behalf of the now runny eggs that having Holly, Dolly Molly endure the heat of the shed for eggs that were not going to bear her any baby ducks was not a viable option. Of course, I was the only available option for the removal of the sad little eggs. An exercise that had to be partaken before all poultry was released for the day..... With the eggs mysterious disappearance, mother has been quite distressed, all day. We as humans think most animals are quite stupid. They are not. Even ducks. Sam, a bigger older gentlemen duck has spent the day with her. Keeping her company. He doesn't really have much of a clue as to her upset. She keeps running into the shed to check. She has Emu Bobbed the back paddock looking for eggs - all to no avail. I have been enlisted in the search - whereby it was explained to me that the eggs were missing and that I should help search. Blind Freddy would have understood the instructions I was given. I searched with her - only for us both to come to the conclusion that they were missing...... Sam did sit with Holly, Dolly, Molly in the shed some times to keep her company (even sat on the eggs at one stage). He is just being company. He too searched - be it a somewhat confused search but he did put in. Sam is a very sweet duck. If we had realised that she was half sitting on the eggs we would have put her up in the chook house with her eggs but we as humans are pretty stupid and didn't put it together. All animals grieve. In their own way and today because we were not paying attention to one little loud outspoken duck and her plight, we are having to watch a potential mother go through a sad day today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for Holly, Dolly, Molly.

12.01.2022 20th Jan It's funny how different breeds of horses lean towards different things. I imagine that we different humans are the same.... With all this requirement for us to be the "same" as all others these days I think we forget that our backgrounds, our histories and our past generations experiences have to have rubbed off on us - same as horses. Only they have not had it explained to them that they should be striving for "sameness" so as not to offend.... Take Louie, he is a Percheron. A quick history lesson - Percheron's come from France and have been around for about 1200 years with little change in the breed. They were, obviously, used in Battles and their strength has had them used to pull carts and loads for all those centuries. I imagine that being a Percheron was not a great life for many. In recent history they were used up to and including WWII. If you can again, imagine being on the front line, being expected to drag guns through all that muck and mud, the smell, the noise and uncertainty. And not having a clue why you are there - Big Ask. But Louie carries Percheron deep in his veins. He reminds me of a Knights horse. If there is ever any trouble or something going on in the paddock his is by my side. I am his Knight. He is my battle horse and we both go and have a look. He always has my back. He is quiet and patience. When we brought Lolly home as a lost 4 month old foal, Louie became something like a blend of Father and Uncle. She would be running around kicking up her heels and galloping past like a wild Brumby and he would play along. It was a Percheron style of play (which was basically him jumping up a bit, or waving his head) not a lot of foot movement but Lolly would take it and run. He has been a major contributor to the amazing horse that Lolly has become. She still runs to him for advise and comfort. But his Percheron-ness doesn't stop there. He loves his food. He tests Every Single Gate and Fence on a daily basis. You can see the thoughts "What do you mean I can't push this over". Or "This gate is in my way. I think I might push it". He is the sole destroyer of all my fencing. He has no comprehension that he shouldn't stand on buckets. Scratch himself on 30 foot high trees so that he knocks them over. Get himself in the Chook pen, eat all the food and not work out how to get out so basically bash about for about an hour 'til someone (me) comes and gets him - at 1am. At times he is a complete nightmare..... That is his Breed But at others he is completely my best friend.

04.01.2022 29th Jan Elanor I should start by saying "I went to a Horse Auction...." and for those who have watched the previous video's will know how that ends....Continue reading