The Roosters … radiant or randy …
Oh …. the changing of the guard, the passing of time, sands through the hourglass, oh the days of our lives… The Handsome (original radiant) Rooster has been ousted from his position. Going from parading around the farmyard, crowing, claiming his terf, tail up strutting his stuff, and master of all he saw, he has fallen to a lowly, low chuckling, tail droopy, master of one who hangs around our back door needing protection. The only soul who is embracing this change, is the broody hen whom he protects will she sits all day on her nest in my agapanthus patch….
Oh well – the “new” man about town is equally as radiant but like many fresh faces just needs to get a bit of life thrown at him and develop into a real character worthy of his place in our farmyard….and in front of my lens and on my easel (the photo of him not him literally!) …
The Sheep …
So today is Saturday. A chance to lie in bed and read a book, a chance to relax and take your foot off the accelerator of life …. Oh bring back the lockdown…. (no not really!) but this dream was shattered at 6:30 am when a lamb, who was separated from the flock, started to bleat continuously just outside the window…
I will set the scene …..The sheep night time camp is alongside our electric fence under our security lights. They feel safe here. It is a little sheltered by trees and on a rise so they can peer down onto any advancing threats, it is also a little warmer on the cold Midlands nights. Our fence had not been working for a few weeks and the lambs had become a little too familiar with jumping through and munching my lone azalea bush which has been trying desperately to send out a little shoot or two. We have since had our fence fixed and set to maximum voltage …. So this morning once the lamb had found itself on the wrong side of the fence, it was a little loathed to jump back through …
By the time I had trudged outside in my dressing gown and gumboots and armed with my walking stick, I was feeling more like Shaka Zulu than Nelson Mandela. I also looked more like Shaka Zulu doing a war dance and shouting trying to encourage it back through the fence to join the flock.
Gorgeous Gatting …
Our little ray of blue sky on a cloudy day… our little green park bench in the shade on a hot Pietermaritzburg day … our little berg stream on our annual boxing day picnic after a looooooong hike … our little land shark with sharp teeth ready to defend himself to the death … our little bundle of blue toxic gas that gets a smile below watering eyes … our little photo-bomber who is always welcome …
Till next time – stay safe, stress less and smile ….
Pink Farm Chick 