It’s moments like these I really miss my pelvic floor…

The living room:

Farmboy, in possession of the last two butter biscuits, tries to offer one to his sister. The Ginger Biscuit wants both or none at all. She scowls and shakes her head fiercely at the proferred biscuit, blonde curls rattling at her neck. Farmboy tries again. “Here, GB, we’ll both have one! One each!”

“Uh uh!” She flings her arms out in disgust, begins marching a vehement lap of the dining table, around and around, faster and faster until she’s toddler-running, oversized wellies slapping on the lino, tangled head tilted to the ceiling and chanting, “Uh uh! Uh uh! Uh uh! Uh UH!”

Frustrated, perplexed, more than a little horrified, Farmboy turns to me in genuine distress. “DO something, Mummy! She’s OUT OF CONTROL!”

Sprung!

It's spring. Real spring, the kind that follows a real winter. The world has turned green, the dams are full, life springs from the earth. The lambs, relieved of tails and testicles, gambol along the dam banks; the first bobtails sun themselves on the warm tarmac and squish juicily under passing vehicles; and I have my first sunburn for the season.



It's been a long time between blogs. Crops are in, lambs are marked, sheep are drenched and jetted. We skipped a lot of trials, but did get along to the State Yard & Utility Champs- R's Tom made the Open utility final in his first utility trial (along with Tess), and Queani amd Muddy both worked unexpectedly well to place 2nd and 3rd in the Novice yard. Detailed post to follow.


The Ginger Biscuit says, “Sit down! I want two bits! Giraffe!„ Farmboy rides a big kid bike. They bring me flowers and drive me joyfully nuts.


The Special New Ute sports a Special New dog box.

I am still figuring out how to blog from my Special New Phone.

And here we are at Dowerin for the Australian Supreme Sheepdog Championships.

Testing