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Old lady Abergeldie gets a roof makeover

Old lady Abergeldie gets a roof makeover

Our beautiful old part-sandstone cottage, Abergeldie (circa 1889), has been having a bad hair day – or, to be more accurate, a bad hair decade. Her lovely grey corrugated iron roof has been looking pretty timeworn with ominous rust patches steadily spreading on iron that’s been there for at least 70 years and was clearly … Continue reading

Automatic watering for chook pens begins at last!

Automatic watering for chook pens begins at last!

At last! At last! Our first automatic waterers are in place. The chickens love them and so do I. When I added up the number of water troughs in daily use on our farm the tally came to a staggering 120! Troughs are very difficult to keep clean and dirty water, especially when contaminated by … Continue reading

Remembering a special day with Richard Steindam

Remembering a special day with Richard Steindam

I learned in the past week of the passing of a man who meant a great deal to me even though we only shared one day of our lives together. Richard Steindam was the father of my treasured friend, Camie. In December 2011 Richard and Camie’s mum, Constance, were visiting their Aussie family from their … Continue reading

Ian puts a lid on Allan’s latest shed

Ian puts a lid on Allan’s latest shed

Dad had a very satisfying morning yesterday. He’d been powering along on his latest log cabin chook shed (this one is number five!) but roofing it was presenting a problem as he’d run out of anything suitable to make the roof. Our wonderfully helpful and generous neighbour, Ian, heard of Dad’s dilemma and promptly produced … Continue reading

A Christmas present gate

A Christmas present gate

A few weeks ago I asked Dad for a very practical and useful Christmas present – a sturdy new frame for the rather flimsy old gate into the peafowl pen. The original gate, a simple sheet of wire mesh with a catch made of a bent piece of wire, had been in place for about … Continue reading

Berrima Schoolyard Markets this Sunday, 14/7/13

Berrima Schoolyard Markets this Sunday, 14/7/13

I’m off to Berrima Schoolyard Markets this Sunday, July 14th, for the first time. It wouldn’t have occurred to me to travel all the way to Berrima to set up my stall but one of my fellow Glenorie Growers’ Market stallholders, Eva Dominello, especially recommended it and the beautiful little village in the southern highlands … Continue reading

Teenagers vandalise property – with their beaks!

Teenagers vandalise property – with their beaks!

Like a gang of unruly teenagers with too much time on their hands, our adolescent Guinea Fowl flock has been up to no good committing acts of wanton vandalism. The victims?  Several of our elderly sheds, 70 to 90 years old. They have leaky rooves where holes have rusted through the corrugated iron and we’ve … Continue reading

And the winner of the great shed race is…

And the winner of the great shed race is…

In a case of life imitating a classic children’s fable, it was Allan’s slow and steady ‘tortoise-like’ approach that saw him overcome Leah’s ‘hare-like’ building blitz in the great shed race this week. Locked at two sheds all when I last wrote about their shed race on April 19th, a strong surge from Allan saw his third shed … Continue reading

The great shed race! Allan and Leah going plank for plank

The great shed race! Allan and Leah going plank for plank

It must be shed season. Allan, here in Glenorie, and Leah, in nearby Galston, are going plank for plank expanding their rustic recycled constructions. Both have now completed two pens and Allan is leading the charge with section three well underway. Their building styles are very different: Allan paces himself doing a little every day, … Continue reading

Fence down, power out, emergency repairs

Fence down, power out, emergency repairs

We once had a wonderful Guernsey cow called Cariad who ruined every fence on the place by simply leaning through the wires until the posts collapsed under her considerable weight. On one particularly memorable day I remember Dad and I spending half a day tracking hoof prints for kilometres through the bush, down a nearby road, … Continue reading

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