Last weekend Brian decided to mow the lawns and the paddocks with the little tractor from Menzies - who ever said the countryside was quiet? I believe he was attempting to top the thistles but the grass was so long that all he did was bring it down the the level of the thistle tops! Crazy. As if if is not bad enough when he is doing laps on that ride-on lawnmower. Will never understand humans. Why work when you can sleep all day?
And as for deciding to drive the uncovered tractor home in the middle of a majorly huge rain and hail storm? Well I have no sympathy. He left a huge puddle of water on the floor of the laundry when he took off his drenched clothes in there before jumping in the shower to warm up - I got my paws quite wet when I walked through my cat door!
At least we got rid of one of those beasts out there, known as mooers. The black male one, Beefy, was taken away by Ray Shanks, apparently for an idyllic life on the hill above Mataura (but I know what they really end up as! Am smacking my lips with the thought! Daisy the ex-dairy cow went to the big paddock in the sky in September and there are now some very yummy sausages and meat patties in the freezer, thanks Daisy!)
There was a bit of trouble loading him up but I can't blame Beefy for being confused - it was a horse float, he's not a horse; I would have caused more of a stink, but with three people there they eventually persuaded Beefy it was okay to go for a ride and in he went. Still have the carpet-cow Kiltie, the Ginge and Pippi Longstocking.
I would say there were four people there but that new young thing who teaches at the school and was observing is obviously bit of a cityslicker coz she just was NOT dressed for farmin' so stood on the road. Wonder if she learned anything other than that she should not leave her nice boots at the back door as black Bess thinks the best way to make new friends is to chew-the-shoe!
She did later on that evening get to see how stressed out Bri when the mooers get onto the gravel road and make like they're heading anywhere but where he wants them to go...such as towards the main road (they are such good actors, Bri falls for it every time!) - Jen and Abby were so busy chatting that they didn't spot the drama out on the road (Bri was trying to herd the three mooers towards the dead-end but they felt like a bit of run in the other direction).
Took a few choice swear words and some arm-waving from the gals to change the mooers' minds and they were persuaded to head back into the paddock and Bri gave up on the idea of getting them down the road to graze on the neighbour's verge (very kind of him to offer it though!)
Bri and Jen and Kieran drove past the Shanks' place on their way to Dunedin the last time they abandoned me for a night and saw Beefy in the paddock - yelled out his name out the car window and he whipped his head round for the look but the jokers were driving past so fast he would've been left wondering if he'd been imagining things!
Those blimin' hens are still clucking around - can't get through my cat door anymore to eat my biscuits though - HA! Jenny finally got round to getting a new catflap (seeing as that rascal black Bess broke it the day she tried to follow me through it!). She still manages to get her nose in though!
Ah well, the boy-child seemed quite happy with the lamb's performance at pet day, they do have quite a wee bond going on - unusual name though...Piri, Piri Weepu to be precise. Something to do with rugby and getting all the kicks over in a pool-match? Had a Richie McCaw lamb too but must have overindulged in the sweet white stuff and died of bloat, oops!
Right, must go reposition myself away from the sound of that ride-on - where's a nice quiet bed?
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