Wednesday, August 31, 2011
"What's a taxpayer?" she asked. I tried to explain in terms she would understand and many questions later she seemed to have grasped the concept.
She finally glanced at the TV new presenters and said, "I hope they are going to pay something, too."
I told her, "Yes, they will have to pay, too. They are taxpayers."
"But they just sit there and read the news. That's not a job."
She was genuinely surprised when I replied that it is a job and a job that pays good money, too.
"Really? Hmmm, I'll have to think about that."
I wonder how long it will be before she tires of playing Master Chef and moves on to playing Newsreaders?
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Busy cows, heads down:
Then I got too close and had to beat a hasty retreat before I disturbed them.
Walk totally forgotten, I went to have a look at the calves. My daughter-in-law does a fantastic job of rearing the calves each year. They looked at me with interest but not a lot of enthusiasm - they know I'm not the one who feeds them.
Except this one who seems startled by the sight of me.
While I was in the area - and there were no cows being milked - I decided to go for a couple of shots of inside the milking shed.
And now I'm off for that walk. No, seriously, I am.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
For one reason or another I haven't been posting much lately. I'm one of those people who goes quiet while I'm processing things and I've had a couple of things on my mind lately, hence the silence.
I've overcome the first so now I can talk about it. For quite a while I've had a sort of fuzziness of the mind. I was struggling to cope at work and had almost reached the conclusion that I was past my use-by date in the working world, it was time to pack it in. I've had a few stressful jobs in my working life and my current job wouldn't really rate but I was feeling stressed to the max, constantly worried that I wouldn't get things done on time when most of the time the only person to worry about that would be me.
Then I hurt my back and my regular massage lady, Lisa, was out of the country. I went to a doctor, my back got better, no problem. But I made an appointment with Lisa for a massage when she returned from her holiday. In the meantime, I started thinking that Lisa, also does Body Talk. When I first asked her about it, she invited me to a seminar to learn more and I thought it was interesting but wasn't about to trust some alternative, way out treatment to fix my back when I'm in pain. But I always thought I'd try it one day. So, instead of having a massage when I went for my appointment, I asked for a Body Talk treatment.
Don't ask me to explain how it works, check out the link if you are interested, but I can verify it does work. I can't say how long it took, it just dawned on me a week or so later that I was feeling less stressed and on top of things. And within a few weeks the stress had disappeared and I felt on top of the world again. Rather than feeling like I was sinking in a puddle of mud at work, feeling panicky that I'd forgotten something, by the time my next appointment came (last week) I actually felt that my workload had lessened (it hasn't).
And that horrible fuzziness is gone. I don't know how else to describe it, or if other people ever get it. My thoughts were constantly muddled, jumping from one thing to another in a mild panic, with a total lack of concentration. All gone! I still have something on my mind (a family matter) but am coping and have re-discovered the joy of life. I'm so thankful to Lisa and Body Talk for sorting me out.
Yesterday evening when I went to the kitchen to prepare my dinner, my attention was caught by the strange light outside. A scraggly old pine tree in the paddock at the back of the house was bathed in soft, beautiful light. I see this tree countless times a day; I love trees but this is not a fine specimen and I have never once had a kind thought towards it. Yesterday it had its moment of beauty.
Now is what farmers call spring. Not according to the calendar but it's calving time, the time of birth. When the real spring arrives the weather will be terrible but for now it's perfect. Well, this week has been perfect. A couple of weeks ago we had five frosts in a row (a rarity) and twice there has been snow up in the mountain - an event so rare, it made the papers. There will probably be another cold snap but who cares, I'll happily take what we are being given right now.
My son's cows that are due to calve are in a paddock near the house. Yesterday I was amused as I watched a young cow as she was in labour. Cows often keep looking at their rear end leading up to birth, as if trying to see what is causing the pain. This one didn't just look, she kept chasing it, round and round in circles. And when she wasn't doing that she was backing herself up, as if trying to back over it. I was worried she would never actually give birth if she kept getting up to chase her tail. But in the end instinct took over and all was well.
This morning's birthing did not go so well. The birth was taking too long and the cow was "down", unable to get back up again with just the calf's legs in this world. Farmer Dan and the girls to the rescue. I won't go into detail because I realize not everyone is familiar with some of the less sensitive methods used on a farm. Let's just say with the help of ropes and a quad bike, the calf was delivered, thankfully still alive. The calf was dragged and placed beside the cow's head and she rallied enough to do what cow mothers do to their newborn. That was less than an hour ago and now both cow and calf are on their feet and the calf has found the end that gives it milk.
The girls were helping, then keeping an eye on progress. The little blob in front of the cow's face is the calf. Notice Georgia is staying out of harms way, she's not as confident around calving cows as the older girls.
And when she does venture closer she makes sure she is armed. I love the older girls' arms akimbo in true farmer fashion:
The rest of the herd had been slightly unsettled by the activity in their paddock and had a bit of sorting out to do when they left. Now, which calf is mine? Is it this one?
They sorted themselves out in the end. All sorted on both sides of the fence.
Friday, August 26, 2011
For some unknown reason, my internet connection is precarious today so I'm choosing just two shots on the theme of decay High and Low, and hoping the post will publish before it times out.
To see what the rest of the Friday Shoot Out team has come up with this week, just pop over here.
Friday, August 19, 2011
So I've chosen my favourite Maori proverb....
Turn your face to the sun and your shadow will fall behind you.
As I head away for the weekend I am taking that message with me....look to the future, leave the past behind you.
I imagine this week there will be some wonderful photos and quotes here.
Friday, August 12, 2011
This one amused me because the For Hire sign looks to be in much better condition than the machine. Maybe it's only rusty on the outside but it doesn't exactly inspire confidence, does it?
Take your pick of go-carts:
Add a few rusty old things to achieve a really rustic look:
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
For this week’s topic of rust, rusty, rustic we have been encouraged to think out of the box. Well, to me, rust is rust.
Those who think out of the box find creative use for rusty old things:
I pick up old bits and pieces I find around the farm and just throw them in the garden:
I’d love to cart this home but it is too big for my garden, so it sits in a paddock:
I’m spoilt with the number of rustic old sheds I see around the countryside. The first one is here on the farm.
And this one sits on prime land at Mangawhai. I wonder how long it will be before progress overtakes it:
of, relating to, or suitable for the country : rural <rustic rolling farmland>
a : made of the rough limbs of trees <rustic furniture> b : finished by rusticating <a rustic joint in masonry>
: appropriate to the country (as in plainness or sturdiness) <heavy rustic boots>
—Middle English rustik, from Latin rusticus, from rus open land
First Known Use: 15th century
of, relating to, associated with, or typical of open areas with few buildings or people <a rustic area that has a refreshing lack of billboards and shopping malls>
Friday, August 5, 2011
Sometimes it’s wet and slushy:
Sometimes the potholes are a challenge. To avoid them you have to hug the railings of the bridge. Not a place for nervous drivers.
Sometimes the road is flooded but I don’t have any photos of floodwater over the road. I have other things on my mind when faced with that. The next shot is taken from the road but the water has not yet covered it.
At this spot, further up the road past my house, water is often trickling over the road:
and makes a pretty little waterfall as it tumbles off down to the creek.
When the road is dry, vehicles kick up a cloud of dust making it easier to see if there is vehicle up ahead. When you come up behind a truck like this it’s a matter of letting the driver see you are behind them. Most of them are very considerate and will wave you on when they can see far enough ahead to know it is safe for you to get past.
There are a few one lane bridges – this is the big one. Yeah, go on, have a laugh! It’s a big one for around here!
And this is the little one, closest to home.
At this time of year there is often fog. Here is the same little bridge, from the other direction. Can’t see it? It’s there, the sign says so.
In summer, one neighbour grows a vegetable garden at the bottom of the bank to the right of the bridge.
Another often grazes the Long Acre.
I’m looking forward to seeing what the other FSO folk show us this week. They will all be here.