Black beauties

Last night we had a truck load of 20 cattle arrive. Bruce kindly went to the cattle sales and purchased cattle on behalf of Tom and myself while we were out earning money to pay for the cattle!

We now have more black cattle than we do Blondes, but over the years to come, we hope the ratio will change.

The girls were let out into the paddock this afternoon and seem very relaxed.

Goodbye Chops

After Chops spent the morning walking around the grass being fed hand-shelled sunflower seeds and warm soaked weetbix, spending lunch time sitting on my shoulder, and the afternoon in the sun while I hung out the washing, Chops has now left us.
Some TLC and a gust of wind was all he needed to get back out into the wild. I hope the little fella survives.

Welcome Chops!

The hen house is now occupied again after Bruce gave us a little Galah that had been blown out of the nest and was walking on the road.
I have named him (or her!) Chops due to the fluffy feathers on his cheeks.
The little bird may not be laying eggs for us, but is definitely providing entertainment.

Bad fox

Today I lost my two remaining chickens. The feathers left behind show the unmistakable work of a fox. When the two girls didn't come running up to my car I knew something was wrong. I will definitely miss them.

It'a a(nother) girl!

We have been waiting patiently for the last 10 days for Tom's first stud cow, Bree, to calve. Bree has a history for her past two calves of only calving when Tom is away. I joked that Tom should go and spend a night at his parents, and the modest girl might calve.
True to form, Bree has calved on the first night that Tom and I are away on our extended Melbourne cup long weekend break. Bruce kindly went up to check on her for Tom and gave us the good news.
I can't wait to see the little lady when we get back.