It’s a bit late, I know. but here we are:
The Homestead has plodded a pretty steady course since last we spoke. Christmas ambled into New Year, the weather allowed for plenty of indoor snoozing and Yuletide eating and not a lot of swimming, and here we are out the other side with off-Homestead activities starting to pick back up again and, predictably, the swimming weather, too.
During our blog-absence, the paddock population rose by three: a stroppy rooster born to one of the Sylvia’s (she did her trick of last year and got off the nest once babe number one hatched leaving the rest to perish) and
It’s a bit of a Homestead joke, the terror I feel each time a new species is introduced into our lives. As it turns out, I’m loving the different sound and character these ladies are adding to my everyday.
And if you love watching things grow in front of your eyes, pigs are definitely the thing – followed closely by labradors.
Last night was Mr Colin’s first night in his new digs. He’d grown out of his inside boudoir and is not yet trustworthy enough to be left unattended and unfettered for long periods of time, so he’s now got his very own room. We were expecting a bit of undignified yowling to punctuate the night
So Santa has been and gone and 2021 is well underway. As usual, there was a collection of lovely gifts under the tree but The Bean Counter’s heart still yearned as Homestead coffers still couldn’t quite stretch to fulfill his dream gift. We figured without the wonderful Royal Family of the now downsized Kingdom of Melton (West).
Now, if only he could get a turn on it!