My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth

My Garden ~ cattle and gardens don’t mix

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Got home late after work to find that Himself had bought four heifers at the cattle sale today. Each year, we raise a few young beef animals from a weaned stage until they’re about a year old and then we sell them. Usually because animals are a bit nervous when they first arrive, they sprint round their new paddock once or twice, find the water trough, have a drink and then put their heads down and eat the grass. So tonight, things went well as the animals off-loaded from the truck into the stockyard. They stood still while Himself gave them a check-over before opening the gate to the paddock. That’s when the fun began. They were bovine fence hurdlers on steroids! We had to move quickly – running across paddocks in gumboots through long grass – to head the animals off. We’re not twenty any more – but I was impressed by our own turns of speed.       

The heifers crashed an electric fence and charged through our boundary stream into the neighbour’s property. Thank goodness her vegetable garden was spared. Neighbourhood help materialised – that’s what’s good about living in this area. Herding the heifers home was an invitation for more bovine athletic antics. One heifer fence-crashed into a second neighbour’s farm. The three others were last seen sprinting up the local road into the sunset. It could be that Himself’s language offended them. Eventually we were able to herd the three road racers back onto our place. More fence-crashing and galloping – through my vegetable garden this time. At least the sweet corn is still standing. One dived into the stream again and swam across back to the neighbour. Two are in time-out, well secured in the paddock behind our house away from the road and the stream.

Three hours later as I write this, I finally have my cup of coffee and Himself is talking to our neighbour. We’ll herd the other two animals back tomorrow.  They now have names: T-Bone, Sirloin, Fillet and Rump Steak – and all are on borrowed time. And our dinner tonight (cooked by son) was – beef hamburgers with fresh salad vegetables from the garden.

Author: Jenny

A few years ago when I began blogging, I was in awe of the creative, the witty, the informative, the insightful posts by writers on WordPress. I was challenged by my son to write, to set up a blog, to expand my garden diary scribblings. Never did I think from scratching and grubbing in my garden dirt would sprout words of reflection, thoughts about life lived as I know it. My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I do put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. Always, there's something to write or chat about life lived as I know it. I have a certain sense of amazement that my blogging community is expanding. In a previous life, I once was a teacher. A four-walled classroom is an artificial construct. When thirty or so teenagers with diverse learning needs filled the space, the more I listened, the more I observed my students, the more I learned. They had stories to tell, to write of things that interested them. Luckily for me we embarked on amazing journeys of discovery and learned together. Some say a lifestyle block is a no-lifestyle block. We like being able to grow seasonal food, to enjoy fresh air and open space. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older stage of our life together, but family commitments continue. And so it another phase of discovery happens as I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and a menagerie of living creatures who rule the roost.

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