Sir Scruffy, I want you to write this week's blog!
I can only do my best, he replied. What do you want me to write about?
I dunno, you'll figure it out. After last nights beers and talking rubbish whilst sitting around the brazier, I feel like a zombie.
Do you mean, you want me to write about zombies? Sir Scruffy asked.
That's the spirit, you're a true natural at this Sir Scruffy. Incidentally, this is why you are the favourite and most charming dog on the farm. Just write whatever comes to your mind, even if it means talking about zombies.
I'll leave you to it Sir Scruffy. Despite feeling like a zombie, I have to now go and dig soil. Go hard or go home, my friend!
Hi Everyone! And a very Merry Christmas to you all, wherever this missive may find you.
My name is Sir Scruffy, the Charming!
|Sir Scruffy, the Charming - romping through the paddock on boundary patrol duties|
|Scritchy and Poopy complaining about some rubbish or other|
Hmm, zombies. Ah yes. That reminds me of the story of the zombie chicken. Who doesn't like chickens? I like chickens. I like to look at the chickens. Last night I ate some roast chicken, which was very tasty. And I enjoy their eggs in my breakfast. Chickens are good. However, zombie chickens are not good.
Earlier last year, the boss and the editor, brought home a couple of commercial egg-laying breed of chickens. I overheard them saying that they were an Eyes Are Brown (sic) variety, whatever that means. Scrawny looking things they were, with no meat at all for me to chew on. I kept a close eye on them anyway as I said to the boss and the editor: Them chickens' not right! I knew straight away that one of them was a zombie chicken, but did they listen to me? No...
|February 16 - Two zombie chickens arrive at the farm|
Sure enough my unheeded warning proved to be a disaster for a small and timid black Silky chicken. She got done in, by the zombie chicken, who then began eating her. Boss, boss! I called. There's a disturbance with the chickens! The boss is made of less stern stuff than I, and he recoiled at the frightful scene in the chicken enclosure. I on the other hand was enjoying the smell of blood. And as all right thinking people know, when dealing with zombies you always separate the head from the body because you never know with them tricksy lot. You don't want them coming back for more.
After the deed was done, calm once more prevailed in the chicken collective. And I noticed in my close observations of the chickens over the next week or so that many of the chickens began regrowing their tail feathers which were clearly being plucked and eaten by the recently departed zombie chicken. I reckon that puts a new spin on: Shake your tail-feather!
Hmm, what else do I know about zombies? Oh yeah! Well, that dog, Darth Poopy Fox-bane (well that is what the arrogant fluffy has been calling himself this week), has proven that perhaps it is a really bad idea to eat carnivores. After killing a fox cub last week and scoring a huge number of beef jerky treats as a reward (and not sharing them), the boss placed the fox carcass into the worm farm.
What an epic stink emanated from the worm farm for a couple of days after the worms got hold of the carcass. Fortunately the worm farm is now smelling lucious and juicy again. The strange thing is that the boss has previously chucked in chickens and the occasional dead possum into the worm farm and those herbivores produced very little smell. As an intelligent dog, I can only assume that the lesson learned here is that blessed are the vegetarians, for their meat is less likely to make you sick! I'd also have to suggest that the health of the average zombie, which doesn't appear to be too good anyways, may markedly improve if they target the vegetarians and vegans! Just sayin...
Hopefully the boss and the editor never turn into zombies as that may make for unpleasant company for me. It would also be very hard to be charming - even for a canine such as I - in the presence of zombies!
Scritchy the charmless boss dog was again hiding under the bed this week as a powerful but very brief storm rolled over the mountain range. The rain was torrential, but the sunset was heavenly.
|A powerful but brief storm brought torrential rain and a stunning sunset|
They always seem to be digging somewhere about the place. What is with that? This week they were digging behind one of the two wood sheds.
|Excavations commenced behind the wood shed so as to extend the rock gabion retaining wall|
|A huge drain pipe was set into the ground near to the citrus trees in the shady orchard|
|The most recent rock gabion was filled with gleaned rocks|
|Excavations were completed and another rock gabion cage can soon be installed|
What are they doing over there? I eventually got up from my shady spot and went over to have a look and see what they are doing. Well, blow me down! They're building a flat and wide path to the chicken and wood sheds! Nice work humans, and just the thing for an arthritic, but charming old canine, like me, to make it easier to toddle over to the chickens and check up on any zombie situation there!
|Construction for a new flat and wide path began this week|
|Carol singers were narrowly avoided|
|A Christmas Koala|
|Carla Views, Sunbury. Awesome!|
|We do things bigger here up in the mountains!|
Canine activities here are always calling for my attention. On my frequent boundary checks, the magpies often make fun of me. They are not charming, but are way too fast for me to ever do anything about them.
|A family of magpies live on the farm and are a constant presence in the orchard|
|Early zucchini (courgettes) were harvested this week|
|Blueberries are almost ripe|
|It is going to be huge blackberry season|
|Marionberries or Loganberries are very tasty!|
|Black currants ripened this week|
What do you mean I have to do the flower bit? OK, well then, here's the flowers...
|The many Elderberry bushes are growing fast. This one frames a path to the courtyard (with the brazier)|
|The lavender planted around the new strawberry enclosure are thriving in the heat|
|The intriguing flower award this week goes to a smoke bush|
|Bush roses are stunners!|
|A garden bed of poppies|
|A hydrangea grows in a dense patch of gernanium and elderberry|