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Who lives here?

Who lives here?

When we go for walks Mr Brock checks out every hole and hollow tree stump. Maybe he can smell possums or rabbits, he is certainly very keen and training Clary to have a good look too. We found a number of holes today but nothing very exciting in any of them. I am...
One of those days

One of those days

After a slow start and three zoom meetings later I feel a bit unmotivated today. My gardening gloves are wet and the mulch is sodden after last nights rain. Two barrow loads felt like a huge effort. The fire for the hot tub did not want to light, it took me three goes...
Potential swimming hole

Potential swimming hole

We walked, scrambled would be a better description, down to the creek this morning and managed to get a good walk in before the rain came through. It is such a magical place. I almost had a nasty fall backwards into the water when a punga I was gripping gave way....
Bush magic

Bush magic

Every time I do a stint of serious weeding in the bush ( I try to do about an hour and a half most days) I am amazed and delighted by how strongly the understory is regenerating after degradation by cattle and possums. There are so many tiny ferns and seedings...
An unexpected visitor

An unexpected visitor

I found this sizeable stick insect in the car after an abortive attempt to forage for loquats, they were all way out of reach. So drove back and attempted to rehome the creature in the nearest tree. It vanished immediately, I hope safely. The cats have spent the day...
A sheltered spot

A sheltered spot

A nasty cold southerly came up in the night and the llamas have wisely started to graze down the hill a bit. I managed to spread two barrow loads of mulch before retreating inside for coffee. I need to get on with in as there is grass seed coming up with the llama poo...