and all that remains
is an arch, a tent
and a billion tiny grains
of sandy beach and footprints
fading in the wind
Today’s invasive terror brought to you by the colour yellow.
This is but one of several heads mounted along the walls of my grandfather’s house. They used to scare the hell out of me when I was younger. Continue reading
Poor Aaron has a love/hate relationship with sheep: He loves the way they taste, but hates the way they always want to trample him into dust. So with that in mind, here is his exciting 2006 Mutton Bustin’ ride. All 5 seconds or so of it.
Okay, I’m hiding this image before it gives my viewer (viewers?) siezures. Continue reading
Our little Panda is now one year old. I would show a picture of him today, but he’s been hanging out in the dirt and REALLY needs a bath. I know there is some white under there somewhere, under all that grey and brown and maybe even a little algae green . . .
And since he is now almost as wide as he is tall, he looks kind of like a tick. Oh little Panda, don’t get wedged between the trees . . . Continue reading
They just keep popping out . . . Continue reading
Ummm . . . should my dog REALLY be playing Wii when I’m working? Continue reading
This past week brought us two new lambs, one from Bonnie-Bell and one from Vally. The first is a tiny little ram lamb, seen in the following pictures with some other nosy little lamb (whose name, or at least lineage, I’d tell you if I could remember it at the moment). For now, we are calling him Patrick Cabbage. Continue reading
We had two new lambs hanging out in the pasture yesterday morning. One looks like he was born the night before, and the other that morning. Like their mothers, their personalities are quite different.
The little boy has a very friendly mom, always coming up to demand treats when we are out there. Her little lamb stood on my boots while we fed them, and let me pet him.