Teeny tiny little repost…

Hi All,

I try not to reblog other people’s posts but for the last few weeks I have been visiting with mortality on a regular basis. I haven’t planned any of these pensive moments, they have just appeared in front of me through various side bars on numerous social media vehicular deliveries. One detailed a series of images of a couple from when the wife discovered that she had breast cancer right through to the lonely shot of an empty hospital bed…the next tickled my cortex from the search bar on Youtube when I was hunting for something entirely different…a 17 year old boy with some kind of cancer wrote a song called “Clouds” about his desire to live each and every moment of his remaining time to the fullest…17 folks and he died 2 months later…and now this…mortality is inevitable but the lesson I choose to learn from these unexpected journey’s as a fly on the wall with other people’s moments are that we need… we NEED to live our lives richly and fully. We need to make ourselves accountable for our own happiness and our own actions and we absolutely POSITIVELY have to live each and every moment of it like it may be our last…because it might. Here’s my repost. I only recently discovered this blog and I love it. Please feel free to ignore this post if you like. I won’t be offended. I just feel I need to share it today 🙂


History 101

A long time ago in a world that has changed a lot , a lot of very brave Englishmen discovered most of the world, what they didn’t discover the Italians and Spanish did, some French and Dutch did find some places to .

Ok so to Tasmania , well once upon a time the world was one , we (Tasmania) belonged to Chile and Australia was Italian, yes it was  I have looked on the maps of old and we fit .  I will fill dates in as I go here but a man called Tasman  who was very able came here in a boat , much like my mumbly cumbus but it was not powered by a mariner engine and was a little bigger. Ok he came here and said oh lordy that’s a place that has a lot of strange things and he wasn’t talking about the native or the land, he apparently saw a tiger and a devil and a few odd marsupials which are like a duck but live in weird places. He discovered Sidmouth by mistake as he was heading off to Hobart and got lost along the way , any ways we will talk more of him later. Now we English owned most of the world , you can all say you stole it from India Canada America blah blah but we didn’t it was ours and we paid for it in beans much like the Indians get beads . ok so the history of austral is from a humble cook, he came here and had a barby and the ate a natives pet and they didn’t like that much so he had to leave fast on his boat that he had an endeavour to board. Ok he came with some Italians and left them here to make stuff.


Not an itailan at speed it Fran and I was playing with my timer machine lol

Frans off for one more day now and we are just trying to find some cloths that she still fits lol, the boys are not happy , ok where was I on my history lesson. History was never a strong point with me and was along with many of my school lessons a good time to put my head on the desk and sleep, I never got in trouble for this for some reason, maybe I was just to good at the subjects as is now proven in my potted history of Tasmania. Ok back to the boring history lesson. Tasmania is a land founded on trees and apples, we love to cut trees down and make all sorts of things with them , a lot of people in Launceston don’t like that we burn them as it makes smoke and smog and as it’s a basin they don’t like it much, I don’t like that we have brown outs as the power gets shifted from us to them but they don’t know about that . ok stop the whinging and political stuff Fran said no lol. Gold was found in Tasmania and we have it here in Beaconsfield but it costs to much for us to get to it so we now have a closed mine and lots of holes under the ground. When Tasmania was joined to the rest of the world we where pretty insignificant , not a great deal has changed in that respect. We have had some very famous people come from here Errol Flynn and some other dudes that play sport , they (Tasmanians  remember im English) love sport. I don’t understand a lot of sports as they involve weird rules and if you are to kick a football then so be it but off side and all that ehhh ok yes I do understand that one its all to do with where the player was when the ball was booted , but aussie football is weird it rugby crossed with jumping and fighting , much like WWE I guess but with a ball and a lot more men in the arenas at one time usually. Ok  history again….. We make a lot of wine and that’s part of what I love , we make wine , but we have a snobbery with wine and its getting like that with beer and food, alcohol is to make you drunk , merry and stuff like that , food is to make you not hungry and make you go emmm nice , its not how the grapes and hops and things where hand stroked by virgins and how the cow was rubbed with baby oil by the farmers wife every day for 6 weeks and then massaged with essential oils till it was humanly KILLED . ok back to the wine ( I don’t have any)  if I drink wine I sleep a lot more for some reason. Now in Launceston we have a lot or really nice old places , they have a lot of history about them and there are even some ghosts  around, I have seen a ghost before it was a old woman in a field in the pissing rain  on a country road in Essex , ok folks go look up Essex and ghosts and you will see we had heaps there. Headless carriage men army men and all sorts . A famous thing in Tasmania north is the beer, we make a good drop here called Boags and that’s been here for ages to , they make some in a place called Hobart but we in the north don’t know much of this Hobart apart from its got a mountain and a green part office there and  a lot of tourists go that way before the come to see us on the river.


Cold has come and it was nippy this night

We live in a place called Sidmouth , I think that maybe a Englishman called Sid lived on the mouth of a river and when the earth split apart he was over on this part of the earth and came over in the great float of old, he missed his mouth of the river in the part that is now called the uk  and he named a lot of places here with the names he knew, like Exeter,Tamar, Sidmouth ,Launceston,,, get the idea, like Americans calling places after English places , same story all over , remember I told you we  owned everything at one time and just gave it all away like bill gates is doing with his riches.


Pretty and pretty cold lol

When I first came to Tasmania I saw a lot of English things , I think that maybe birds  brought them over in there beaks as we have Hawthorns here and Sloe berries and lots of other uk trees, we have sparrows and starlings and other English birds so this backs up my theory. We have a lot of nature here and apparently we don’t have many foxes which is a shame as if we had more we would have less possums Earl hates them (possums). When we became a island we had a lot of migrants left on here from the great splitting of old and we had a lot of Italians left here , we have a vast Italian community in Australia and I think that they like Tasmania to , we have some Dutch and Germans and lots of other races in our little community but I have only met German and Dutch and English and the odd native so far. Ok history facts now.. did you know that…


Good pics but I got a little chilly taking them lol (theres a theme here)

1816: First emigrant ship arrives with free settlers from England

We send our skilled people over here after the split from the world and they like it here and keep coming.

1834: Launceston “female factory” completed

There where not enough women so much like god we had to make  them we made lots as there are 4 to every man  im not sure what the Tasmanians used maybe apples and stuff like that ?

1842: The Weekly Examiner begins publication in Launceston

It’s a news paper that has articles about politics and sports and is bias nuff said.

1869: Submarine communications cable successfully establishes link between Tasmania and Melbourne.

Theres a sign for this at paper beach, haven’t seen the submarine yet.

1877: Gold discovered at Beaconsfield

See I was right

1888: Launceston proclaimed a city

Big deal its really not that big ok

1909: Irish blight wipes out potato crop

A black day for fries and crisps indeed


Getting warmer now folks 🙂

Ok so I think that history is a long subject that I am not that interested in , I could go on here and make stuff up about the region being like France in the terwah and how we have the best area to grow grapes and how it is very like France as we have MAMIL everwhere ( I have been itching to use this an _acronym) Middle Aged Men In Lyra lol yes cyclists, I don’t understand this here I am older now and have a lot more about me than when I was young but I am blessed with a fast metabolism and cant really say im fat , ok now I wouldn’t dream of wearing lycra but I see them all the time beer guts wiggling in the breeze and there  2 wheeled perambulators propped up at the café and there they are looking like a pod of over ripe peas ready to explode out of there  rubber clothes , ech why it doesn’t make them attractive to anything else apart from other MAMILs ok so that’s my thoughts on them , they do annoy me and get in my way when I head into town. If any of Frans readers are of the mamil persuasion then forgive me , I just don’t get it , ride a bike in jeans and a t shirt and enjoy it and  just remember there are middle aged men like me looking at you and saying oh man do you have any idea what you look like..


Nearly fire like eh

So I have come to the end of my Fridays posting and will do some more tomorrow but now I have a mission to animate something for Frans blog , wish me luck


A bit cooler now

Saturday is here I have waled the dogs feed the birds and animated a flashing neon sign in my flash assignment (way ahead here ) and have made an animated stick man and if I was assed I would finish the rest of my animation but I am ahead enough for the day , I have some wood to chop and some fires to make , the cockys are out screaming and I also have to try and get you guys some pics to put in this post emmm ok I think that’s what I will do in a bit , you may yet get pics of chainsaws and stuff lol , ok thanks for listening to my blog hope you enjoyed it and come back some yallllll.


Winters here in Tassie


Bezials not to happy with Earl laying on him and Fran taking pics

Talking of Fran heres a vid for you all to watch and Christi you have to show the B>O the hootchi cootch lol


Enjoy your week and Frans home a day later so I will maybe start a guest post she can finish .

Ps All the pics seen here have not been photoshopped beyond belief they actually looked this way 🙂

Cook to Kirk

Hello all

Fran is tired from todays work and has instructed me (ok she didn’t) to post some here for her. Its been a weird week here and we didn’t know if it was a weekend or weekday, we have done a little work and had a little time home bound due to the inclement weather. Fran is as i try and tap out here in the shower and Earl is guarding the door , he likes to do that when we head into the room i think he thinks we come out all different as we smell a lot cleaner to him and look shinier. Now i don’t know if these words will make the blog but i am trying to help Fran as she want to play Zelda and is a little over today lol she is making the pipes sing and screamed out there’s F@#$%^^ air in the pipes,,, ahhh that’s a unpleasant noise and i think Earl thinks his kin are coming. We finished the garden today and whilst there had a good chat with the bloke next door , he seems like a nice man and we fed his dog some treats which she seemed to really like. The boys sat in the car and where very good while we did the cleaning and finishing up but they kept hearing something barking at us which perturbed them a little.

Fran isn’t going to like my spelling here and she may have to re type all the words, im just trying to help . I went to see a friend of ours today and spent a little time discussing life and  stuff with him and also was able to offload 4  yes 4 dozen eggs from the 12 dozen we have sitting in the fridge, we are going to have to become eggatarians i think as are the dogs so serendipity farm will be making a lot of gas in the near future and we will have even less friends that we do now lol. I’m sorry i am a little disjointed with the words here but im not the wordy brains of this operation as Frans the one for that and im more the …. not sure as i am now called upon to draw things and my art is like an egg… always the same lol. ok I think its time for the 2 finger oops make that 2 and a thumb wizard to say see you soon and go and trim his wonderful wifeys hair before we both snore our ways into sunday .. see you all soon and here’s Fran. Back again , i found spell check and have made this look like i can type lol ok time to go im just trying to make more words here see ya

I take a few moments to have a shower and someone invades P0land while I am gone! I just had a read of Steve’s bit and decided to leave it there. We are yin and yang and that probably took him the better part of 20 minutes to type that as he is a little out of practice. We used to spend our days and nights tapping away on keyboards for the 2 1/2 years that we conducted our online “relationship” and were both very glad of a rest when it came to translating our words into our actions I can tell you! I read that bit about eggs Steve…we may well be able to harvest all of that gas that you and the dogs excrete with obvious joy and satisfaction (I, of course, am MUCH more discrete ;)) to run a generator on Serendipity Farm (always looking for a sustainable angle ;)). We worked really hard today to help my sister get her rental property that tennants had absolutely trashed looking halfway reasonable (well…the outside bit anyway…) because it is up for sale. It will be the last tie to Tasmania that she has and I won’t have to patrol the place with my beady little eyes every time we decide to go for a walk in Beauty Point. The blackberry nest that had been growing for years is now no more and the Beaconsfield tip is blackberry rich. We decided that due to the incredible popularity of our last post, (you are ALL PLEBEIANS!…sigh…) that we would take the opportunity to turn this post over to the dark side and do a little sticky montage for the 46th aniversary of the very first episode of Star Trek. What sort of nerd would I be if I didn’t celebrate this amazingly poignant parallel of life? A BAD NERD…that’s what! So here goes…a stickmans homage to Star Trek…

Here we have it folks…The Sourdough Enterprise!

Just in case you can’t quite get it into your head that this amazing model of the Starship Enterprise could have been made by one untalented woman living in Tasmania…here it is again from a different angle! Marvel at my skills…marvel at the way that I have reused a loaf of inedible sourdough bread to render this fantastic facimile with my own deft hands. I know its amazing isn’t it! You can’t tell it from the original can you?

See…absolutely an exact copy of the original! I feel a new sculpting career coming on!

First there was Captain James Cook…then he died and his bones were scatterered at sea. As you all know from our last post, James Cook was the initiator of The Stickman Party but how on earth does he figure in this post? We are about to reveal something incredibly secret to you all reading today…something so secret that it might shift the time space continuum and give us all hives! Captain James Cook is actually…Captain James T Kirk!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, how incredible is that and how the heck do we figure that? Well follow me here people…This is Steve’s rendition of how this amazing event occured…(it’s up to you to put the wibbley lines in here like they do when they are going back into the past on those 60’s remembering scenes…wibble…wibble…wibble…)…

Captain James Cook was killed on 14 February 1779 by an Hawaiian chief called Kalanimanokahoowaha and after being flensed in a most royal manor they preserved his bones which were later retrieved and buried at sea…but that wasn’t the end of Captain James Cook! (do you wibble for going forward into the future?…er…wibble wibble wibble…) The original pilot of Star Trek did not contain Captain James T Kirk, but rather Captain Christopher Pike. Where was Captain Kirk? He hadn’t been cloned yet folks THAT was where!…

The crew of the enterprise finding the bones of Captain James Cook on a beach in Hawaii…”Watch out Lt. Uhura an Alien is approaching!” and decide to use the D.N.A. of this lost soul to see just who the bones belonged to…

Dr. Leonard McCoy and Mr Sulu (who was the ships physicist early on) reserecting the bones. When they realised who’s bones they were dealing with they decided to keep it hush hush apart from telling Mr Spock and swearing him to secrecy (Illogical…but true…) and pushed for the New pilot episode with one “Captain James T Kirk” as its star. They won and the rest is history… Captain James Cook IS Captain James T Kirk! The first episode of Star Trek, aired on September 8th 1966 (last century for all of the kiddies reading) with Captain James T Kirk (a.k.a. Cook…) at the helm of the good ship Enterprise and history bears this truth for all to see

A little known incedent occured on 15th February 1779, the day after the gory death of Captain James Cook…

While Captain Cooks remaning men were mourning his death on the Endeavour and the Hawaiians were doing what only Hawaiians do best after slaughtering a great white chief, feasting and drinking and generally having a good time, Chief Kalanimanokahoowaha decided to take himself away from the madding crowd and spend some time gloating alone about his newfound fame as head of the Chiefs thanks to his murderous personality when from out of nowhere, a strange figure materialised, causing Chief Kalanimanokahoowaha to lose control of his bladder AND be disintergrated in a most horendous way…as they say in SouthPart “Don’t Fu#! with Wendy Testerberger”! and the same can be said for Captain James T Kirk/Cook…the man can bear a grudge for a very Very VERY long time!

To all of my long suffering blog followers, please forgive me for this post…I have had a VERY long day and am very tired…to all of my new Stickman Followers…Knock yourselves out and enjoy! 😉

The Rise of the Stickmen

In the beginning there was nothing…then there was something…then there was Captain Cook. By the look of it, Captain Cook went everywhere and linked all of the continents in a series of three massive world voyages. We owe a lot to Captain Cook as well as Captain Kirk, but that is another story! Today we will commence our party discussion on Captain Cook and how he forged the Stickman Party.

Aka Johnny Cash. Note the midriff buttons are undone…must have just come from a particularly large lunch with the queen…

Here is a picture of Captain Cook.

Here is a picture of his wife Elizabeth…one can only guess that she is the reason why he spent so long voyaging at sea

If you look closely, you can see where Captain Cook docked in Australia and in a different voyage pulled in to the bay right next to where Olalla nestles…

Here is where Captain Cook travelled

The vice president of The Stickman Party has torn himself away from his Friday activities (watching television) to share with you all his version of history via Captain Cook…

Captain Cook discovers Australia! (looks like the natives got to that Kangaroo first…)

Captain Cook greeting the natives in America somewhere…”history” says it was probably California, but does that pale skinned English gentleman look like he would want to spend time in California? No! Neither do we! We think he dropped into California to get a couple of oranges to stop the crew from succumbing to scurvy (yet again!) and then hightailed it off to cooler climes as fast as he could. History might not show him docking in Puget Sound but history also said that the earth was flat, that Australia was the edge of the world and ships would spill off the edge if they went there and that natives wouldn’t hurt you…

“Natives won’t hurt you Captain Cook!”…”oh…wait a minute…YES THEY WILL!”… too late old chap…a lesson learned in the name of history (and probably the reason why Christopher Columbus came with 3 ships, a lot of guns and a no nonsense attitude towards “the natives” 😉

A little known correspondence from Captain Cook to his wife on his deathbed goes as follows…

With his dying breath he pledged his allegiance to the queen, to his country and passed on his incessant need to wander the globe seeking truth, justice and the holy grail to a future generation of men willing to tell the truth as it really is rather than rely on the general perception and dictated that they shall portray the truth in tale and picture to enlighten the public about the world, the universe and everthing…with that he gave up his last breath and passed the flag on to an eagerly awaiting public and its only now that brave men are willing to take up his challenge and form The Stickman Party uniting around the globe to carry on the abandoning of familial duties to further their own curiosity.

And thus began the history of the Stickman Party…the truth tellers and the documenters of history as it REALLY is!

Everything old is new again

Hi All,

Barley. Yes…barley…not in its eminently quaffable form of “beer” but in its hulled mild mannered Clark Kentish form sourced from the bottom shelf of the supermarket ensuring that marketers have checked it out and found it severely wanting and stored with the humblest of shelf mates, the dried beans and the soup mixes. Who would know where to find barley in their supermarkets unless they regularly made rich hearty soups? I have recently taken to eating barley in the form of pilaffs. Aside from being incredibly delicious and filling when combined with roasted root vegetables and garlic, I have discovered on my researching travels that barley is more than it’s humble components might lead us to believe. Far-be-it from being a one trick pony in the production of fermentation and alcohol, it was one of our very first grains and many worldly cultures have survived thanks to the cultivation and use of barley. I went hunting for a recipe for barley water. I remembered both of my grandmother’s lauding the benefits of humble barley water and making it whenever they were under the weather. I am not talking about the lemon barley water that you can buy from the supermarket but barley simmered in water for about 30 minutes, drained and the resulting liquid drunk. You get the added bonus of cooked barley that you can use in all sorts of recipes. On further research I learned that barley is an amazing grain, full of soluble fibre, nutrients and with all sorts of benefits especially for women and type 2 diabetes suffers…I also found a fantastic recipe for bread made from barley.

This website gives a really interesting rundown of barley, its nutrients, composition and who and what it is good for


And here is a recipe that looked really delicious for barley bread with the added bonus of a video should you feel like you need further instruction


Sometimes I find something out that is worth sharing with you all and this ancient and much maligned grain is just such a sippet. I now include barley a few times a week and am planning to increase it to my predominate grain after finding recipes for barley breakfast cereal.

This is for Christie and this is Brunhilda

I have been undertaking an experiment in weight management that I started after my mother died in January this year. Mum was plagued with health problems and there is nothing like a parent dying to remind you of your own mortality. I had a good look at my own diet and the state of my health and decided that it was time to make a few changes. I decided to end my lifelong dieting habit. No more feeling guilty about “breaking my diet”…no more exponentially growing lists of foods that I couldn’t eat (making them the focus of my desires) and no more damaging my health with yo-yo dieting. Instead, I gave up dieting, I gave up eating food that was nutritionally poor and I gave up processed food. Up till today I have been “undieting” for 5 months and in that time I have had no cravings, I haven’t felt the need to binge eat anything, I have never had to resort to using my will power once and I have lost a total of 15kg with absolutely NO effort whatsoever. I am completely baffled by this, but I have never felt so good about losing weight. There are no “start dates”, “end dates” or worrying about how to eat after I stop existing on a single food and I now totally ignore all of the “latest” and “greatest” dieting secrets because they are all bollocks. To anyone out there reading this blog post who has a weight problem that just won’t budge, give it a go. It’s incredibly liberating and completely attainable.  It’s dieting that makes you fat.

to much of this makes you fat. steves rooster burger 99% fat free 100 organic “would you like frys with that”

I am SO over roosters it’s not funny! We started out buying (what we thought were…) 8 hens and were assured by the seller that they were all hens…we got Big Yin. I have NO problem with Big Yin as he is an incredibly good rooster and he will be living on Serendipity Farm until he passes away of natural causes but my problem started with the romantic (and incredibly stupid) idea that it would be nice to allow our hens to reproduce. I am a savvy person and figured that more chickens = more eggs and so against Steve’s better judgment (oh WHY didn’t I listen to Steve!) we drove hundreds of kilometres to a tiny town to buy 2 dozen fertile eggs. Again we were hoodwinked by the seller and the eggs were NOT what she told us they were when it came to the breed that she represented. We ended up with all sorts of hens and roosters and we just killed the last rooster from that batch a few weeks ago. The main problem has been Houdini our amazing mother hen who chooses to raise her babies out in the wild and leave them there after a month of intensive mothering to re-join her sisters in the coop. These 2 batches of feral chickens are as close to wild chooks as you can get in Sidmouth Tasmania and live in a large overgrown conifer just off the driveway near our home. Houdini’s initial hatching resulted in 4 hens and a single rooster. We dispatched “Little Red” due to his incessant crowing with respect to our neighbours. Little Red wasn’t causing our other girls any problems and I felt quite bad dispatching him. Houdini’s last feral hatching resulted in 7 babies. Out of this batch we got 4 roosters and 3 hens. The 4 roosters in this batch have just reached sexual maturity and are all crowing and wreaking havoc in our small chook ecosystem and so they have to go. Not only is the ringleader spending his days hiding from Big Yin (his dad) knowing full well that he is going to cop a hiding should he show his reprobate head, but he is attacking poor Bob who only just got over being repeatedly targeted by the last rooster that we dispatched. I have NO idea why Bob is such a sexy chook! She is smaller than the rest and it would seem that every single rooster that matures wants to take a shot at poor Bob. Steve found a fair amount of feathers (that she had just started to grow back) plucked out underneath the deck (where the terrorist hides in waiting…) and so tonight has changed from a nice easy Zelda Skyward Sword playing night to mass rooster genocide. We are going to try to kill/cull as many of the 4 roosters as we can reach tonight and then we have Effel’s babies to wait and see who crows and I am totally and utterly DONE with breeding… roosters and all things crowing and raping. As soon as I notice a clucky hen I will be removing her eggs and tossing her into the chook equivalent of jail (their enclosed outside coop area). If I miss one (like Houdini) I will wait for her to hatch her babies and we will collect them all at night and integrate them into the coop. It’s a whole lot easier to dispatch roosters from the coop at night than it is to be climbing conifers in the dark and hoping that you grabbed the right chicken!

how do we use this machine ma?

Our friend who cannot be named dropped us off some firewood and a couple of skinned and gutted wallabies for the dogs the other day. I should have removed the meat and given it to my oldest daughter who loves all things kangaroo from way back. The meat is very lean and needs to be cooked with bacon or casseroled/stewed to ensure that it doesn’t get too dry. The 2 wallabies that we got yielded a large 4 litre icecream container full of badly butchered meat along with 2 meaty carcasses that the feral cats and crows have had a ball with out on the lawn for the last couple of days. The wallabies hung in a bag in the shed for the first day because we were too busy to deal with them and with it being so cold it was perfectly safe for them to do so. Both Bezial and Earl were very excited to be watching me butcher the wallabies and were eagerly awaiting a taste of fresh wallaby. I cut both begging boys a small piece of the very light coloured meat and Earl ate his piece with glee and Bezial spat it out with a most comical “this aint chicken!” look on his face. He must have been under the impression that we had killed some chickens and left them in a bag as both he and Earl get benefits from our rooster killing “events”. The look of surprise was quite comical and Bezial is NOT a fan of wallaby and refused to even consider eating any more. Earl on the other hand was totally enamoured of it and will be getting the 3 large bags of wallaby meat for his tea for a few nights to come. If we are offered any more wallabies we will take them gratefully. Earl and my daughter will both get some (I promise I will butcher it for you Madeline!) to play with and we will benefit from what our friend has to do to keep her garden wallaby free.  We are still using the firewood that she gave us as well and we are swapping a pile of old steel and metal that was left on the property with her partner for more wood…barter rules!

A man and a very cute pug we met up the road , the boys liked her to

Steve and I are undertaking a unit in model building at the moment with our course. Our poor long suffering lecturer had to take on the job of teaching me how to do everything to do with building. I am not known for constructing pergola’s and thank goodness Steve comes from a building background as otherwise we might still be attempting to make our 1/5th scale model of a pergola next year. I actually had a lot of fun and have learned to ignore my immediate desire to panic as soon as I get out of my comfort zone. I give it the “Old college try” now and have learned that failure is always an option and indeed, often the result but that’s where ground zero learning takes place and wherever learning is…so am I! I learned to use a chisel…I learned how to use a chalk stringline… I learned how to do all sorts of things and am now a wiser and richer person for the experience. I am sure that if our lecturer was showing Steve how to make a model Steve would have had the entire thing done and his second model also completed on the day that we had our lecture and I know that I slowed the process down incredibly but wisdom sometimes comes slowly and I was quite proud of my efforts in the joint project.  The next model will be constructed by Steve and I with only a plan to go by and our lecturer will have nothing to do with it. Should our lecturer throw us a curve ball like “dovetail joints”, “steps” or “doors” he might end up with something a little more interesting than he initially would have thought, but you know what? This little black duck is no longer scared to try and THAT my friends is a mighty big milestone for me.  Steve and I met up with a fellow Western Australian a few years ago when we were getting some timber cut for us at Bunning’s. Leighman is part hippy and all great guy and we often see him out and about and end up having a bit of a chat. He is most interested in what we are interested in regarding sustainability and economical food production. We ran into him when we were shopping and he mentioned to us that a fellow worker at Bunning’s was doing the Landscape Architect course at university that Steve and I are going to undertake soon. He said that his friend was having a great time and really enjoying it. That gives us a degree of hope that we might actually be able to get something out of this course. Polytechnic/TAFE is a great alternative to university because you pay as you go and in Tasmania, if you are unemployed, your fees are capped at $275 a year no matter what you choose to study making education an extremely viable way to avoid the Centrelink queue whilst improving yourself and making yourself “job ready” at the same time. University may be a lot more prestigious than Polytechnic/TAFE but it comes with a substantially larger price tag and an ensuing H.E.C.K.’s debt for anyone choosing to take this path. Steve and I are well aware that Tasmania is NOT the place to be unemployed in your 40’s and so we are doing what we can to give us the best chance of being able to start our own business in the future. My latent desire to become a mycologist may just follow on from this initial degree and I have plans to take some permaculture courses as well. I would never have thought that I would be comfortable with all of this studying but there is something very satisfying about learning and I was born to research.

Steve is preparing his rooster killing kit. We are going to attempt to dispatch the 4 young newly matured roosters tonight because even though we may be killing the offending rooster tonight, as soon as he is gone, the next rooster will step up to take off where he left off. Once we are able to remove the roosters from the scene, peace can return (until Effel’s babies start to crow and it starts all over again). I really don’t like killing things and I don’t imagine that there are too many vegetarians out there slaughtering their own roosters, but again…if you take on the responsibility of raising chickens it’s like an iceberg…there is a WHOLE LOT under the surface that you don’t learn about until it’s too late and you are committed to looking after them.  Both Earl and Bezial are well aware that its rooster killing time. They must sense our apprehension and should know it well by now as these roosters will be 8 through to 11 in the history of rooster dispatching on Serendipity Farm. For 2 city slickers who couldn’t face killing flies it has certainly been an eye opening journey. I guess I think of the poor long suffering hens that have had to put up with these reprobates and their behaviour towards our egg futures and it makes it a little bit easier to deal with. I think I will think about poor semi plucked Bob who has had a pretty rough trot of it for the last 3 months or so and it will definitely ease my guilt. Consider us 2 city slickers who have most definitely learned their lesson!

Frost and it wasnt even that cold , we had minus -9 – 7 in Tassie last week

Steve here. We are back and that wasn’t fun but we have killed the 4 roosters that we had to and we are now in the process of dealing with them to make some food for me and the boys. Yin will be a lot happier in the morning and so will poor little Bob. We are getting faster and have realised that that was easier because we had no attachment to them at all. Ok Fran is letting me pick the pictures today as she is now busy for a little and then we have to feed us so I will say bye all and thanks for dropping by and watching us get roosters from the conifer and to the table. A few more wishbone which I’m sure we will get very soon and Fran will have some new designer jewellery. Now if we can just work out what to do with feathers we will be good any suggestions.