Cee’s Black & White Challenge: All Things Farm Related


Down on the Farm

I thought this would be easy for a country dweller but I am a country dweller who can only see farm animals within a 2km radius of my house when it is not raining. So here are some I prepared earlier.

I used to occasionally house sit for friends who had a hobby farm. I did not have to do a lot, some hay for the sheep, goats and alpacas, feed the chooks, collect the eggs and water the veggies. I loved staying there. It was very peaceful and as it was too far to walk to the bus stop unless I was really keen I just relaxed, did my chores and caught up with reading, knitting and listening to music.

Apple boxes at a local orchard.

Fruit growing is the other main type of farming around here but it is too early in the season for apples yet. We’re waiting for the blossom and hoping the windy October weather does not blow them away.

Lastly here are some cows who live in a paddock next to a neighbour’s place which is literally five minutes walk from my house.

 

Author: Taswegian1957

Born in England in 1957 my family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. David passed away in 2015 and I'm here on my own now but I have Cindy the dog and Polly the cat to keep me company. I currently co-write two Wordpress blogswith my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and a "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania.

3 thoughts on “Cee’s Black & White Challenge: All Things Farm Related”

    1. I thought that one had a really cute expression. Lynne had a bottle fed lamb one year, nearly grown by the time I stayed there. She called him Oliver because he always wanted more.

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