Kitteh Kitteh

Amongst the excitement of gaining the chickens, I bet you thought I’d forgotten my beloved kitteh kitteh?
I have just emptied my memory card and it seems she is more than well represented amongst the images. These were taken at three different parts of two days, morning, afternoon and night. All in her favourite place, a corner of the lounge, with only one of her favourite people (the other is the boy… she loves the boy).


She’s still trying to eat her new sisters. She stays indoors while the ladies are out ridding the garden of evil, one grub at a time. We have a chicken dilemma, too. Scout is an uptight chicken and is laying her eggs while she’s relaxed, aka whilst roosting. It means that her egg is breaking each day… We’ll work it out…


What I do on Tuesdays

Tuesdays are one of my favourite days of the week.
The morning normally holds coffee with friends, frequently a fitness session prior and then idle shopping/chicken cuddling/crafting in the afternoon. All in time for the boy to come home from school.

It sounds positively Rockwellian.

Today, my plans slipped a little and I found myself at home, instead. I started cleaning and sorting as I haven’t done my Autumn clean this year….

Then I realised that I was ready to run.

I’m new to running out doors – I discovered my love of running on the treadmill. I let my gym membership lapse, for oh so many reasons, in February… and stopped running.

The thing is, though, running is my way of keeping in control of my overall mood and emotions. In the two months since I stopped running, my emotional capacity has been severely depleted. I’ve lost perspective of a variety of things.

So the realisation that the time I have to run is actually in the middle of the day is an enlightening one. I decided, then went. The sky was SO grey and it was actually sprinkling a little. Heavens be, when did I become this girl that ran in the rain for fun?

I have my small ritual now… I do my pre-running moving stretches, then I start my ipod (gen 2, uber sweet thing) with this track:


I’m not big on hip hop… but this is a track about the black + yellow. My d*e*r*b*y* league is black + yellow, so I start my runs and my training sessions with this track.

Then my ipod goes random. The second song up was “Let Forever Be” by the chemical brothers. s5FyfQDO5g0
It matched my mood perfectly. The rain had stopped and sun was gently warming me as I ran. I dislike the word jog, even if that word would convey the pace that I go a lot better… The line “How does it feel to wake up in the sun…” whilst running up a hill – bliss.

I made it home (with a few more tracks in between!) just as the Flaming Lips “Do you realise” came on. Executive decision was made to lay down and look at the fluffy clouds drifting by, sharply contrasted by the bright green palm fronds.

I’d made it through the wall, I’m getting stronger. I’m certainly glad I went.

More on the backyard farm

We are still enjoying having the chickens live here… a week in and it feels like we’ve won the chicken lottery with them. In fact, today was a very big day as….

Our first egg was laid! It’s that really, really small one beside the big ones… that were store bought. Free range, of course.

I’m so surprised that they would lay – I mean, it’s been a stressful week with them moving house, being introduced to their big sisters and pretty constant cuddles.

Perhaps it’s time to have a nice lettuce, tomato and egg salad!

Newest ladies to join the family

Dot’s a girl
Piper’s a girl
The two new girls:

They are red commercials… our very own red hens. We can tell them apart with their colourations, feathers and their temperaments.

This is Ruby. She warmed up slowly, but has the sweetest nature. She’s the more cuddly of the two. She is also ruled by her stomach, the most likely to find plastics to eat in the yard and the likes long exploratory walks.

Scout is noisy – I can’t wait to hear how she celebrates laying an egg! She’s not so eager to be picked up, flies about 30cm off the ground at the drop of a hat and tolerates cuddles, but they are not her favourite thing in the world.

They came to live with us 3 days ago… and today was their first time out of their new home. I’m hoping we’re able to free range them a fair amount, judging by today they will be quite happy. I shook their feed dish and they came running back to their house so quickly… the cutest little chicken waddles I have ever seen.

Yes, I am besotted by my hens. I think I may be a bird person after all 🙂


I have a Godson… Being a Godmother had always been on my 101 things I wanted to do… aaand then I was! My friend D was the crazy mama who put me in this much-coveted position. I share my Godmothering responsibilities with another school friend who lives in Melbs-town. I don’t think we’ve had to Godmother together much… ever, in fact!

Ah… end ramble.

So! Off to Tasmania I went to *finally* celebrate my Godson’s birthday with him – as he turned FOUR!

This is the wild rugged landscape that IS Tasmania.

I didn’t see much.

I cuddled lots, though (and that was the point).

I don’t share pictures of kids on my blog without permission… and I haven’t asked. So after that massive ramble about how important being a Godmother is to me, you’ll just have to take my word for it that my Godson is a cutie patootie, that we bonded and that he enjoyed turning 4. It’s all true, but yeah.

I will share this picture, though… of my Godson’s mama and I. ALL weekend we were like “let’s get a photo together… photo, photo, photo”, right? This was taken in the departures terminal as we are THAT organised. My camera recharger could not be found before I left Brisbane, so the camera constantly threatened to die… but we got one. D has officially been a part of my life for more than half of it.

And then, just as soon as I arrived, I left. Or so it felt. I’m going back, of course I am… Stitching, weaving, pulling together these relationships that stretch vast kilometres. It’s a patchwork quilt, but I do like sewing.

{My final view of Taswegia before the clouds took over}