At the start of the Gundy Common. The concept of ‘the common’, of land held by a whole community, is a venerable and ancient one no longer current. A concept of the invading forces of white settlement that has a … Continue reading
I found this Longhorn skull with a bullet hole deeply disturbing for a school fete. Who would think this appropriate for children? The alive Texas Longhorn is aptly named Solitaire. He spent one Saturday at the Scone Grammar School fete, … Continue reading
Besides the names of the towns, Aberdeen and Scone, that is, and the use of the word ‘brook’ instead of ‘creek’ for Middle and Dart Brooks to the west of Scone, and Rouchel, Stewart, Moonan and Omadale Brooks to the … Continue reading
This is Eunice now. I weaned the two poddy calves last week. It’s never fun but Eunice doesn’t hold it against me. She lets me tickle her all over as if nothing has changed.
Just as some people in your life are special, so too some special people just happen to have four legs instead of two. Jimmy, named after my miss-hearing of the line in the Dylan song Tangled Up in Blue that … Continue reading
This is the garden gate, in operation as our wash stand for showering using bore water from the hose. Dad made its trio of flying tin ducks. After a long period without rain last year, we ran out of drinking … Continue reading
Eunice. 1.Call her name and she’ll very quickly learn it and come running. Often kicking up her heels as she does. 2. Never feed calves whilest wearing thongs. Don’t be fooled by those pretty twinkle toes! Wear strong boots, preferably … Continue reading