1st October tomorrow ?

Where is the year going ?

At some point in every week, Brent examines a mob of horses. He does this to assess their development & discuss any remedial steps to be taken with staff.

He examines them by having 3 or 4 people parade the horses up & down. Sounds straightforward doesn't it ?

Problem is, they are young, silly & don't like being separated from their mates. It also wouldn't go down too well if they mowed Brent down as he examines them.

We brought in a mob of fillies today who were hyper, fresh & excitable. I was asked to lead 'Nothing less' in the parade. The fillies are paraded singly.

I entered her box & attached a lead rope.

It was all going well at this stage.

In the next box to me, Mark led his filly out onto the parade square. My horse, seeing her mate outside made a mad lunge for her door, disregarding the fact that I was standing in front of it trying to slide the bolt home.

She barged me straight through the door & we arrived in an undignified heap of hooves & shavings directly at Brent's feet whilst he was scrutinising the 1st filly.

Without so much as taking his eyes from his notebook he said

'One at a time please Carol.'

I wanted the ground to swallow me up but that wasn't the end of my problems. Relieved at being in the open with her buddy my filly was in no hurry to go back in the box. After much pulling, coaxing & finally threatening I got her inside.

She then proceeded to quite determinedly pin me into the corner of the box by leaning her entire body weight on me. I have occasionally known a horse inadvertently barge or a horse which tries to trap you against a wall if it does not want to be handled on one side.

I have never had a horse systematically set about trying to crush me before & it wasn't at all pleasant.

Within a very short space of time I couldn't breathe & my ribs felt like they were going to break. I tried putting my elbow in her side but my arms were pinioned to my sides.

I tried to attract Trina's attention as she was in the next box along but couldn't call properly due to lack of breath.

I was seeing yellow pinpricks when thankfully she looked over, saw my predicament & hurried in to move the filly.

It was very unnerving & I gratefully accepted Trina's suggestion that she lead the filly for Brent.

The pleasant part of the day was seeing the filly who has been in long term confinement in the barn, go out for the 1st time in over 2 months today. I will miss sitting with her at lunchtime but I can't say I will miss the daily saga of trying to groom her without her dancing on my head.

That's it for today, short I'm afraid, have to go make my packed lunch.

Night all,

Cx

Storm leaves trail of debris
29 September 2003

Gale-force northwesterlies and heavy rains smashed through the North Island overnight, uprooting trees, blocking roads and cutting power across the Waikato.

A huge low preceded by two rain-bearing fronts delivered the spectacular weekend storm, and 1800 lightning strikes across the upper North Island.

Heavy rain fell across the region in the 24 hours to 7am, including:

7mm at Kaimai Summit east of Matamata.

41mm at Mangatangi Dam, about 18km northeast of Pokeno.

Strong winds –- gusting to gale forces of 70km/h in Hamilton, a rarity –- left a trail of debris across the Waikato during the night.

Weighted plastic road works barriers at the intersection of Te Rapa and Church Rds in the city were strewn about SH1 during the night.

Three power poles were blown over on Te Pahu Rd, northwest of Te Awamutu, about 5.45am.

Hello you lot,

The storm finally abated at 0600 this morning which means it had been howling for some 15 hours. I got very little sleep last night.

It wasn't just the wondering if/when the pine trees were going to crush the cottage (& me in my bed) but the sheer volume of noise.
I don't mind admitting it was scary.

Today, Eric said he was worried too.
Not about his lodger though but the pigs.
He was contemplating checking them at 0230to see if their hut had blown away.

As a result of my lack of sleep I found it very difficult to stay awake today.
I have passed up an invitation to some friends of the family for dinner & propose an early night after a very hot bath to try catch up on some sleep.

Today was very exciting at work.
At 2.15 a huge pine tree crashed to the ground in Spook's paddock. Spook is a pony stallion whose job is to 'check' if the mares are in season.

I feel sorry for Spook. The chaps give him a hard time & say he is grumpy but I have to say I don't blame him.

His only function is as a warm-up guy for His Royal Highness 'Van Nistlerooy' or 'Nissle' as he is now called.

Essentially, Spook gets a lifetime of foreplay & no relief. Now wonder he's grumpy.

Where was I ?

Ah, the tree. It came down right where he normally stands so he had a very lucky escape. It was about 200' tall & crashed through the electric fence.

Steve cut it into chunks with a chainsaw whilst Murray scooped up the bits in the tractor & made a huge pile of logs. I have to say Murray is a dab hand with a tractor & made it look very easy whilst I looked on enviously.

Did I tell you that I drove one of the farm tractors on Friday ? I can't remember.
There are 2, 1 is old & red & the other is posh, new & blue. Needless to say it was the red 1 I drove but it did have a huge trailer which empties hydraulically :)

I am now working on Murray to drive the blue one. He is a fan of my baking so there may be some blatant bribery involved.

When I asked him how long he had driven tractors for he said since 'he was in nappies' He asked if we had them in England ?

I told him most countries have nappies.

I must sign off for now, lots to sort on the pooter tonight.

Have just e-mailed Genevieve telling her all my news. Hope the e-mail doesn't get 'lost'

Bill sent me a photo of 'Emily Victoria' today along with a comment that she was more atttractive than a foal.

Strange some people.

Cx

After a lovely week the rain is back with a vengeance today.

There is a howling gale & the rain is lashing against the windows so today we are engaged in 'indoor activities'

Michelle, who has just got up after her last night duty is setting the girls maths quizzes.

Eric is sharpening tools as the weather is preventing him from cracking on with the fencing around the pool.

This week it has felt like Summer is just around the corner, the camellias, magnolias & rhododendrons are past their best & yesterday I saw my first flowering agapanthus.

If you haven't seen them they are lovely.
About 5' tall, they grow rampantly over here, a huge clump of green vegetation produces orbs of royal blue flowers on a single stem.

There are a few in the garden at Leith Hill but as with arum lilies here they grow ridiculously well & fill every verge.

Last night was a great night. We ended up in a pub in Cambridge called The Prince Albert which was very weird as it was decked out with hunting prints
& very Olde English.

The place was heaving & there was a live band so we all had a boogie. I thought I was doing well to last until 0200 & thought 'Great - home time' at this point I found out they were open til 0300. I don't mind admitting I was shattered.

I was also sick of trying to hide from a very boring Malaysian jockey whose idea of conversation was to list every race he's ever ridden.

After the obligatory tea & toast at 0300 I fell into bed in the staff accommodation & was up again at 0745 to drive home to appreciate a lie-in in my own bed.

Just a word about tequila - don't.

Yesterday was a very easy day at work. I am starting to get the hang of weekends now. We only do the essentials ie. feeding & mucking out. The day is
then separated into 2 hours each of foal-watch.

I drew the long-straw yesterday. The sun was shining & I sat in the mares' paddock reading by their water trough.




Initially they were all about 200 metres away but one by one they all came to have a sniff & a nosey at what I was doing.

I ended up with 7 very fat, very sleepy mares standing in a circle around me whilst I read.

Dean asked from his balcony if I was reading to the mares or the foals ?




The last picture is of some of the boxes around the yard. Pretty soon, all 40 or so will be full with neddies waiting to be sold.




The wind is getting stronger & more wild.

I wonder if any of my washing remains on the line ?

Cx

Stu - Have a great holiday, no more practising golf.

Ang - Likewise with your trip (not the golf bit)
How many sleeps left now ?

TRE - Happy Birthday for the 29th, will you be in the UK
for it ?

Hi,

Lots of words over the past few days & few pics so I will show you what I've been talking about today.

Very quiet foal watch last night & an early night for me after being too tired to tackle any dinner (v.unusual)

Tonight I am out with the folks from the stud. I haven't been drunk since my going-away party in May, so no doubt I will be on the floor after 2 drinks.

The following pics show the 1st foal I saw born on Thursday with her Mummy. How 'aaah' are they ?








Also, a couple of shots to show where I work.

This particular area is where the neddies get their foties taken for the sales literature.








Hope to show you more pics in the next couple of days, bye for now, off to grab some kip before returning to work,

Cx

Today I made a foal !

Dean arrived on a farm-bike as I was cleaning out the foaling hut & said 'Hop on if you want to see a baby born'

The mare had taken everyone by surprise by foaling in daylight & Allie only noticed the baby coming as she had gone down to the mares paddock to trim some of the girls' manes.

We arrived in the paddock to find a single, ickle, rubbery forefoot poking out from a mare. Surrounding the foot was the birthing bag. The foal was presented normally so no panics.

Andrew (Ledge) who is in charge of the brood mares talked me through the whole process. He wasn't too concerned about the mare as it was her 2nd foal. A mare who has not foaled before is known as a 'maiden' mare & they occasionally find the process frightening & try to run from the foal.

After repeatedly getting up & down & pushing with no progress the mare was starting to look tired. At this stage Ledge intervened. He waited until she next lay down & grasped a foot. He pulled both feet until they were clear up to the shoulders.

When the head appeared he asked me to massage the foals nasal passages to clear the fluid & to support the head. A couple of pushes later & a gorgeous, bay filly plopped out onto the grass. I have quite honestly never seen anything as lovely. Even lambs look ugly compared to baby gees !

Within 5 minutes she was doing stilts on ridiculously long legs & half an hour after that she followed Mum up to no. 1 paddock. I was absolutely entranced despite being covered in blood & took any excuse through the day to sneak off & stare at them both.

I have taken some pics but unfortunately cannot download them to Blog as Michelle has the laptop with her in Auckland so stand by for a couple of days.

I have been wondering about the legalities of putting pics of people's racehorses on Blog. I think the best way around it is not to name the horse who has foaled. I wouldn't like to be asked to leave because an owner has done a random search on their horses name & found unlicensed pics of it on my Blog.

I would ask for permission, but I think I already know the answer.

Everyone looked dog-tired at work today after our exertions yesterday with the shavings. Today we took delivery of 100 hay bales & had to stack them. Again very hard work but at least with a different type of bedding. What a considerate boss.

The atmosphere is very enjoyable at the moment with everyone relaxing & enjoying the sun (4th day) Only Allie remains fed-up. Chris (aka 'Big Fella') was told he could not ride farm bikes today after being caught 'speeding' whilst on a 'warning'. I can't imagine what he'll do with himself now. He has to check the mares every 20 minutes too. He will get very fit, very quickly.

Natasha started today & it is amusing to hear her asking all the same questions I did.

'But why do we take them out of there, just to put them in there ?'

I have taken on a bit of a project at work. There is a filly who is recovering from surgery. She has been in for a couple of months & is due to stay in for at least another 4 weeks & is getting nastier & nastier with anyone who enters her box.

She has taken recently to lashing out with her front feet.

I thought about it today & realised that whenever anyone enters her space it is to do something she objects to. I decided to spend my lunch-break with her in her box to see if she will calm down & react more favourably to people.

I took in a book & an upturned bucket to sit on.

In truth, I didn't get much reading done as I was keeping an eye on both sets of feet but I pretended to read.

It took her 10 minutes to even approach me but when she did I tried not to move at all but just let her sniff me. She then began to gently tug at my clothing with her lips. Whenever she got too rough or her teeth started to come into play I would raise my arm & ask her to back off. She spent the whole time utterly absorbed in trying to work out why I was in her box & not actually doing anything to her.

I plan to do this every day for the next couple of weeks to see if it makes her any easier to groom.

I parked in my usual spot on the driveway this evening & watched the piggies frolicking. They look utterly gleeful & are very amusing to watch as they charge & buck their way around the enclosure.

Inca likes to accompany Eric at feeding time but Bin steers clear as he is frightened of them (as you've probably guessed Ange - he's not a working dog)

This evening we had duck chop suey. It was a pradise shellduck which Eric shot. He assures me it was a pair he shot but I think he's just saying that to make me feel better.

During dinner I baked some muffins to take into work with me tomorrow (sorry Di). Kevin (Milly) tells me it's traditional that the new person, after their 1st pay-day, buys the goodies for 'smoko' as it's known here (morning tea for us Poms). I also made a sticky, calorie-laden goo which will keep even the greediest tapeworm going.

Must take my leave for now, I need a hot shower as I am covered in bits of afterbirth & creosote. Mmm.

Cx

Tonight Eric & I were left to fend for ourselves yet again.

Short on ideas for a healthy meal we treated ourselves to
steak, home-made 'proper' chips & 2 fried eggs. Yum.

I reckon I deserve it after doing the hardest physical labour I have ever experienced today. We had to prepare 10 stables with deep shavings for the beginning of the season.

I dug & filled wheelbarrows from 1pm til 4.30pm continuously. I can't imagine how stiff I'll be tomorrow.

Only a scalding hot bath with lots of Dettol (for the sores on my hands) made me feel human again before dinner.

Today was another gloriously sunny day (3 now for those of you who are counting) & a thoroughly enjoyable one to be outside. The sparrows are nest-building & I love having a job that enables me to be able to watch them :)

First piece of 'work goss' today. Allie has been told by Trina that she can no longer lead the yearlings. This is because Trina considers her 'stick-happy' & this close to the sales cannot afford the horses to be going up there 'head-shy'

Although I agree with Trina I did feel for Allie today. She cried when Trina told her & it must be embarrassing for her when there are lots of new people starting & she has to explain why she can't lead the horses.

No babies born last night which is surprising considering the fine weather.

On that note, congrats Bill & Linda who have just had Lawrence III, a baby girl. I wish I could remember her name but I can't & I have misplaced my fone so will tell you the name when I find it.

I have more to tell but I really have to cut this short as I am desperate for my bed. I will take the camera tomorrow & see if I can get some shots. I know Hadders is desperate to see his name-sake !

Good-Night & thanks to the person responsible for the very long, lovely, chatty e-mail. Will have a think about the time-travel poser & reply in the next couple of days when I am feeling more awake.

Cx

Greetings Blighty,

For some strange reason I can’t get into Blog tonight so am posting this to Q & hoping he’ll oblige ?

The weather the last 2 days has almost made up for the rain for the past 34. It has been absolutely lovely. Clear, blue skies & bright

feel-good sunshine.

More good news – I am no longer ‘the new one’ at work.

Today, Natasha arrived, from North London, via a cattle ranch in Montana.

Now there’s an idea.

She has never worked on a stud farm either so we can look at each other in clueless fashion whilst the others rattle off the Melbourne Cup winners from ’76 onwards.

Hadleigh, the good news is there is a love interest.
He is tall, red-haired, called Rory & I know he is interested because today he tried to mate with me.
Unfortunately, he is only a year old & is a neddy.

I was mucking out his box today & he kept following me & inhaling the scent from my clothing very deeply. Sometimes the colts will test you by giving you a little nip so I was keeping a close eye on him as I moved around the box.

He started making friendly whickering noises, which horses usually only do if you arrive carrying food.

Naïve as I am I though ‘Aah – that’s nice, he likes me’ His next move was to start curling his lip up over his nostrils to scent me better. It was at this point that I finally noticed he was ‘excited’. I beat a hasty retreat from his box, much to the general amusement of everyone else.

Need I tell you that this afternoon they left him for me to muck out? He improved on his am performance by nibbling my bra-strap with his teeth. I’m worried to go in there tomorrow.

The girls told me some great stories about embarrassing moments they have had whilst leading yearlings who got amorous on sales parades. They asked if I was wearing perfume (I was not) & also had I changed my deodorant (I had not) & came to the conclusion he just liked me.

We have 18 foals on the farm now. Imagine how frustrating it is seeing them all gambolling & not having much to do with them. I could seriously waste some time if I worked with the foals. The fine weather means that our most recent baby was born last night. A very cute filly but not the sharpest, she has been trying to find Mum’s udder between the front legs all day.

The filly was born to a lovely, kind mare called Turtle Bay & the foal takes Mum’s name until she starts to race when she is renamed.

It becomes very confusing as there can be 3 horses on the farm all with the same name ie. Mum & 2 children, for example at the moment we have a mare called ‘Rationane’ and a filly & a colt by the same name.

I am starting to get the hang of what goes on now.

The busiest time for the farm is coming up & it’s what is called ‘yearling prep’ or preparation. In essence, these 1 year olds are prepared for sale in January in Auckland.

This comprises, turning them out for only a couple of hours daily, bringing them in, taking their rugs off (called covers over here) exercising them on the walker, grooming them and putting their covers back on again. (note to the horsey people, over here horses wear rugs regardless of the weather. If they are show-horses it’s because the sun bleaches their coats (particularly if they are bay) & if they are race-horses it’s to cut down on grooming.I understand the reasons but I hate to see them with rugs on fine days)

This sounds straightforward & it would be with older horses. However, since being separated from their Mums these babies have had little or no contact with people & are living, turned-out, as wild horses in ‘mobs’ of about 5.

Even just putting a headcollar on some of them is a feat of patience & when I unthinkingly pat them to praise them I have to peel them off the ceiling. Each one is either terrified of you or wants to hurt you so when you come across the odd ‘normal’ one it is a rare blessing.

One filly I have already bonded with is called ‘Fiddle de dee’ or ‘Fiddle’ for short. She is a beautiful bay girl with a ickle snip of white on her nose & a very pretty face. I asked how much I would need to take from my piggy bank to buy her? ‘About 60’ said Kevin.

I assume he doesn’t mean dollars.

Yesterday, every horse I laid a hand on wanted to bite or kick me & yet today I didn’t have a problem with any of them. All you can do is not bear a grudge & remember that you are dealing with the equivalent of a toddler so that if they do hurt you it’s pointless losing your temper. Difference being, I suppose, your average 3 yr old child can’t really hurt you (unless they put the ansaphone lead in your mouth eh Cocky?)whereas these leggy babies can really hurt you.

When arriving home this afternoon, I stopped the car on the drive & got out to play with the piggies. They were cavorting around their enclosure gleefully devouring the apples Eric had given them. I walked through the cows to get to the pigs & thought how lucky I was to be able to do it.

I hope the novelty doesn’t ever wear off.

The house is very quiet this evening. Michelle & Harriette are in Auckland where Harriette is attending a seminar & Alice is staying with a friend. Eric & I are wondering how many evenings on the trot we can eat KFC before tiring of it.

Bedforshire is beckoning so I will say goodnight.

Big hugs to all,


Cx

I should have whinged about the weather earlier. Today was gloriously sunny & verging on. dare I say it ? - too hot. I dozed in the sunshine whilst reading my book at lunch-time & was obliged to seek shade when I got too warm.

I am doing an early Blog today as I need a very early night. I was creosoting this afternoon & have a stinking headache. Hopefully an early night will sort it out.

Eric has just gone to feed the piggies & Michelle & the girls have gone to drop off 2 of the girls friends who stayed the day as it is the beginning of 2 weeks school holiday.

2 new work experience people started today so it has been a bit 'job-share' today. If you put something down & left your job halfway through you could guarantee someone else was doing it when you got back.

A bit of research last night tells me my 'Little Owl' was in fact a 'Morepork'. They look identical but there are apparently no Little Owls in North Island. The Morepork is so-named due to the call it makes.

Most New Zealanders will be familiar with the plaintive cry "Morepork, Morepork" often heard in the dead of night - the call of the Morepork, also known as the New Zealand Owl or Ruru. Although well known to most of us, there is an air of mystery about this unusual creature, a bird that is often heard but seldom seen. A shy night dweller of bush and wooded garden, the Morepork is endemic to New Zealand and is the only species of owl living in New Zealand forests. Originally a bird of the native forest, the Morepork has adapted well to the widespread deforestation of much of the country and now also lives in man-made habitats such as parks, pine plantations and neighbourhood gardens where trees abound.

Heard from Lolly today. He is in New York. His 1st visit there during 'peace-time' He is having a great time visiting all our old haunts & recceing some new places.

Have to go now, land-line is needed.

Cx

The more observant of you will have noticed that I did not manage to finish Blog last night. Truth is I got 30 minutes into my video, felt shattered & went to bed.

My pizza was definitely 2nd rate compared to Michelle’s so they are under instructions not to go out on a Saturday night again.

There was a raging storm last night & the more I thought about the huge pine trees behind the cottage the more vulnerable I felt. The wind was hitting the side of the cottage with such force it sounded like a nutter taking a lump hammer to the panels.

A word about the weather in general.

Rain.

34 consecutive days to be precise.

Don’t get me wrong; it hasn’t rained all day every day.

It just feels that way.

At some stage every day the heavens open for a few hours. I am becoming quite fed up with it. I suppose it’s worse because I thought the very dry weather I enjoyed in Seddon was typical for NZ. Obviously not.

And if Q tells me its ‘happy rain’ one more time, I will cheerfully garrotte him.

I don’t have the time to do a separate Blog entry for every missing day since Wednesday so I will try & member the pertinent bits to tell you.

My overall impression of work so far is long hours, hard physical labour but I have quickly felt accepted. Maybe they are taking it easy on me, being the new kid & all but everyone is happy to share their knowledge & I am learning every day.

Tonight was the most pleasant way to spend an evening.

I was ‘foal-watch’ which means a shift from 5pm to 8pm.

The gestation period of a mare is 11 months & 10 days & from just before 11 months they are checked every 20 minutes during the day. Most mares will try & foal at night as they resent any human interference.

The responsibility of the person doing foal-watch is to check the mares during daylight & to transfer them to a floodlit paddock as the light begins to fail. This evening I was checking 6 mares every 20 minutes & another 5 every 40 minutes as they had longer to go until they were due to foal.

I have been told the signs to look for are sweating, increased respiratory rate, the mares turning & looking at their flanks & the udders forming a plug of wax over the ends. At this stage you have maybe an hour until foaling. The mare is routinely moved into a foaling paddock on her own.

If the mare was left with the other mothers she would separate herself at this stage. They will alternately roll, then stand. This indicates the beginnings of labour. If you have missed the 1st signs the mare can still be moved & separated at this stage.

The final stage is the breaking of the waters & the appearance of either a nose or forefeet (hind feet would be bad news). If you have missed the 1st 2 stages & the 1st thing you see is the feet or nose then the mare should not be moved but rather the other mums moved from the paddock.

Every evening one of the permanent staff members is on-call for foaling so theoretically all I have to do is spot the 1st signs then ring whoever is on-call. As you can imagine I am still at the stage, having only done it twice, of staring at the mares convincing myself they are about to pop.

This evening was a complete change from Wednesday evening when I did foal-watch in the teeming rain & was thoroughly soaked. I spent the 1st part of the evening in one of the staff houses, which has a veranda overlooking the mares’ paddock. I was chatting with Mark who is at Trelawney for 3 wks work experience & it turns out he was born on a stud so is very au fait with foaling.

After dark I moved down to the paddock with the intention of doing a check then retiring to the foaling hut for the rest of the shift.

What actually happened was I enjoyed being with the mares so much that I spent the last 2 hours sitting on a gate watching them. It was a warm, calm, still evening & as I was perched on the gate on of my favourite mares, ‘Clinique’ came over for a cuddle.

She looked so huge & uncomfortable that I gave her a back rub as she rested her head over my thighs. Within about 2 minutes she had dozed off & I didn’t have the heart to move her so with numb legs I stayed there rubbing her back & watching with a stupid smile as the foal moved around inside her.

Although I feel very uncomfortable with the idea of pregnancy in women I am completely gooey around mares (& any pregnant aminal, come to think of it). They look so lovely & serene although I am sure they don’t feel it.

It was while I was being gently squashed by Clinique that I saw the most amazing thing. A large, bright green moth, approximately the size of a sparrow landed in the grass. In a split second something soared past my face, swooped on the moth & carried it into the overhanging tree. It was a Little Owl. As soon as it had devoured the moth it came & landed on the fence post about 5’ away from me & continued to stare intensely into the grass.

At 1st I froze, thinking it hadn’t seen me. Then I realised it couldn’t have missed me, illuminated as I was under a floodlight & pinioned under a mare. The owl continued to sit next to me for about 15 minutes until it was disturbed by the arrival of the night-duty girl.

Occasionally he would turn his head towards me, fix me with his brilliant yellow eyes & simply stare. I have to say it was an amazing feeling being so close to a proper, honest-to-goodness wild owl. The only time I have seen them in close proximity before is in sanctuaries. I am going to write to Bill & tell him.

As I perched on the gate scratching my equine friend & watching the owl I felt very privileged. What a beautiful place to work.

Today was a very easy day. 7am start, some feeding & mucking out then Sunday was my own until I had to return at 3pm. I returned to Cedar Lodge, enjoyed the Sunday tradition of a ‘full English’ then worked it off again by washing the ‘Arkansas Chuggabug’ ie. Eric’s 4x4, which I travel to work in. I even cleaned out the interior, thus ‘making homeless hundreds of spiders’ was Michelle’s observation.

I did contemplate waxing it but the torrential rain put paid to that idea.
Meanwhile Eric began to erect the fencing around the pool & Michelle DIDN’T pour petrol in the oil-hole on the lawn-mower. I have been threatened with physical violence if I reveal this fact on Blog but like all oppressed authors I must speak the truth.

The girls washed Michelle’s car for her. Strangely, she seemed to have to help to get it finished.

We have 4 new arrivals at Cedar Lodge - much to Eric’s delight. They are 4 weaner piggies, all girls – ‘gilts’ apparently. They are 8 weeks old & very cute. One is black, one cinnamon, one red with a white girth & one treacle-coloured.

They have been named ‘Arwen’, ‘Aragorn’, ‘Frodo’ & ‘Bilbo’, or ‘Bingo’ as Harriette thought he was called. Need I tell you that the one, which will be saved from the freezer, is ‘Aragorn’? Despite the fact that they are all girls we thought the only decent girl’s name from LotR was ‘Arwen’

Somehow ‘Galadriel’ was just too much of a mouthful for such a ickle piggy. Eric has secured a large, grassy enclosure for them & they repaid his kindness by promptly turning the grass into muddy furrows.

Pics to follow if ever the rain stops for long enough to take any.

This morning on my way home from work I stopped to see if they were still in their enclosure. They weren’t visible at 1st but as I got closer I could see all four, top-to-tail, fast asleep in their hay under cover, very cosy they looked too.

The Tanners used to keep pigs in the UK & Eric especially is delighted with this latest acquisition. When he’s not outdoors playing with & admiring them his head is buried in a pig book.

I must take my leave now as it’s way past my bedtime & I have to work out how to cut & paste this onto Blog yet.

Thanks for all the enquiries asking how the job is going.

Will tell you more about work in the next couple of days when I am less bushed.

Goodnight UK,

Cx

Welcome to a Kiwi Saturday evening,

Apologies to Hadleigh but the last couple of days have been a touch manic so no Blog, will try & member everything that has gone on.

On my own this evening as the family have gone to their friends for dinner.

I have a glass of red, an 80's evening on the local radio & a home-made pizza cooking in the oven. Doubtless it won't be as good as one of Michelle's but I have got into the habit of Saturday night home-made pizzas now so thought I would give it a bash.

I feel tremendously chilled & mellow. Life is good.

I have had a lovely, slouchy, domestic kind of day off today.

Awoke at 0530 anticipating the alarm then remembered I didn't have to get up. Bliss. Dozed until 0830 then headed off into Matamata with the Tanners to get a few bits & pieces.

Had my ears pierced again, they were 1st done in 1996 & I sort of went off the idea once I had them done. I wanted to wear some jewellery out here & with the neddies rings & bracelets are out & so earrings are the best option.

After returning from town I spent the afternoon baking. I have churned out three batches of muffins, date & ginger, cherry & coconut & banana & maple as well as a batch of cheese scones.

My plan for this evening is more red, a video & a relatively early night (depending on how much Blog I get done)
I am working tomorrow so have a 7am start. I am also foal-watch tomorrow which is an 8pm finish but the good news is that the day is split so I get to come home at 9am until I re-start at 3pm.

The timer's just gone off for the pizza so I'll finish this after I've eaten.

Hoozahhhhhhhh Zebra returns

I suppose it's my own fault for saying the job wasn't as physical as the farm.

I am bushed.

Cleaned out 3 foaling boxes, got carted around by lots of nutty nags, helped unload the feed truck of it's numerous sacks of feed weighing 30kgs (half a person) groomed lots of neddies & was taught the basics of foal-watch as I am doing it alone on Thursday from 5pm to 8pm.

That makes Thursday a 13 hour day. No overtime by the way. I'll never get rich working with neddies will I ?

That's it for now as I am going to make the packed lunches for tomorrow, have a scalding hot shower & be in bed by 9pm.

Strange sight of the day ?

Allie losing her rag with a filly & biting her ear. Odd girl.

Night-night,

Cx

Thanks for the mail Cocky, lovely to hear the news about the neddies, wonder how long before Jolly's start losing all their liveries ?

Hoorah for Dumb Pig.

I was welcomed back into the throng of workers today after my month off. I had one of those typical nights of sleep when you have to get up early for something important.

Awake at 0100, 0145, 0245, 0315 & 0540, checking the alarm clock each time. When the alarm clock finally did go off I managed to crick my neck turning it off which meant it hurt every time I used my right arm.

Imagine turning up for my 1st day explaining that I can't do anything too strenuous as I've pulled a muscle ? Not much scorn or derision there then.

I felt glad to be going back to work. It's not that I haven't enjoyed my lie-ins because I have & I don't really relish the 6-day week, 10 hour day job, but it's more a sense of being able to contribute towards the household financially.

The Tanners have said I can stay in my lovely cottage for a very reasonable rent & not have to live-in at Trelawney which is fantastic news.

Although I will still be helping around the place my working hours will have an impact on the amount of things I can get done so it's nice to know I can now be a paying guest.

So - what did I do today ?

1. Swept the barn.
2. Held a yearling whilst Trina tried to remove a bandage.
3. Made up some feeds. (about 50)
4. Sifted through 3 bags of horse-feed by hand to make sure it was safe to feed as the latest supplies have been turning up with shards of metal in them.
5. Cleaned out the stallion servicing barn.
6. Helped bring in one of 5 fillies which were due to be inspected by a potential buyer.
7. Groomed said filly.
8. Caught mare & foal & moved them from paddock to holding barn for vet inspection.
9. Cleaned & oiled leather straps on 6 NZ rugs.
10.Checked about 20 horses at the end of the day (it became a bit of a blur)
11. Fed about 30 horses (likewise numbers a blur)

Don't worry, I won't be telling you what I do every day like this but just wanted to give the likes of Cocky, Trudes & Mx an inkling of what I am doing.

Although it looks like a fair bit I can't say it was physically demanding like the farm-work was but at least I was on the move for most of the day.

The most nerve-wracking bit was checking the horses. With figures of $250,000 being mentioned in connection with these 1 & 2 yr olds it is quite a scary responsibility wondering if you have overlooked something.

I mentioned this to Trina (the head girl) & she was very reassuring & said I wouldn't be doing any checks alone for the 1st few weeks. She went on to say that if I had any doubts about anything I could always check with her.

The more I see of Trina the more impressed I am with her. When we tried to remove the bandage from the colt today I was holding his head & she was trying to remove the sticking plaster. Unfortunately for her, the veterinary nurse at the hospital had applied the plaster directly to the operation site on the hock. Normal practice would be the plaster would be applied over a gauze bandage to make the whole thing easier to remove.

The colt was quite good about the procedure until she was actually pulling his hairs out at which point he carted me around the box. She then tried a twitch (previously explained, who was paying attention ?) but he was too terrified to let her near.

At this point she left him completely alone saying that she would come back with one of the guys later when he had calmed down. I was impressed that she knew when he'd had enough & that she didn't feel the need to master the horse to impress me (as some others have done already)

All the girls were still suffering hang-overs from Saturday night. I think they are serious party animals & I don't for one moment think I'll be managing the champagne, tequila & 7am starts like they do.

Overall, today was quite a pleasant surprise. I went along with very low expectations & found that everybody today was friendly. It seems there are many power struggles going on & I am already getting a feel for who are the 'Blah-Blahs'

If I thought that my working life was to end there I would be considering things very carefully but for what it is, I am just going to sit back & see how things pan out.

One thing I am aware of is how much I am learning. If I hear anyone using a term I don't understand (frequently) I ask. No-one seems to mind explaining & I have learned lots already.

There are 2 more British girls due to start in the next few weeks so at least I won't be the new kid for long. I also introduced myself to the farm manager, Murray today. I told him to feel free to give me a shout if he needed a hand with anything. I hope he will.

He has some great dogs. One is a beautiful black labrador, 'Jackson' who was bred by some people I met at the weekend (about which, more later) Another is a very cheeky Jack Russell who hates getting wet called ...

wait for it ... 'Hadleigh'

(you're famous Hadders)

The staff there are :-

Brent - MD, (you already know about him)
Kevin - My boss, in charge yearlings
Andrew - In charge mares & foals
Dean - In charge stallion (Van Nistelrooy)
Trina - Head girl

Allie - Loud, friendly, been-there-done-that
Kirsty - Small (5'00") intense, punchy when drunk (apparently)
Chris - Large, gormless, plays on quads from what I have seen.
Me - In charge broom.

Murray - Farm manager
Steve - Groundsman

I will try & get some pics in the next couple of days to show you around but I am conscious that it's a commercial premises & it may not go down too well so I will play it by ear.


This weekend I accompanied the Tanners on a visit to their friends the Stokes' in Rangiriri which is about 90 mins North of here.

The Stokes', Kevin & Juliet & their girls Emma & Hannah moved out here 2 years ago. They have a couple of acres in a delightfully remote area & keep a couple of cows, chickens & as of this weekend 2 pigs.



Sweet n' Sour

Also resident are 2 beautiful labrador bitches, Bella (yellow) & Jazz (black).



View from the rear

I spent the weekend eating a lot, as foretold by Michelle, reading (2 James Herriott novels), sleeping (lie-ins til 9.30 both days) & watching 'East is East' (very enjoyable)

On Saturday we took all four dogs to the beach at Port Waikato, about a 40 min drive.



Port Waikato is quite bleak & forbidding but completely unspoiled & the dogs had a fantastic time chasing each other in the surf.

I missed Barley more than at any time on Saturday. She would have loved the beach.



Weathertop:AKA pORT WAIKATO
- Appears in The Fellowship of the Ring


Weathertop is the site of the remnants of the ancient watchtower, Amon Sûl. It is a major landmark in between Bree and Rivendell. Strider leads the Hobbits to the foot of Weathertop and then goes to scout around. Frodo falls asleep and awakens to discover that Merry, Pippin and Sam have started a small cooking fire. Frodo puts it out, but it's too late. The Nazgûl have seen the fire and close in. Frodo is stabbed by a Morgul blade before Strider returns and drives the Nazgûl off.



Bella knows how to relax

As ever when I am with kids for any length of time I marvel at how unselfish & accommodating parents are.

Something else which had me thinking over the weekend was how used you get to being 'a couple' Nothing was done or said by either couple to make me feel in the least bit unwelcome but I found myself thinking about it for the whole weekend.

The dynamics just happened to be 2 couples, 4 kids & me but it was almost as though I had a sticker on my head ... 'Freak' I wanted to explain to Kevin & Juliet that 'I have had boyfriends - honest'

I watched the other couples finishing each other's sentences, laughing, bickering, sharing in-jokes & felt very out of it.

It reminded me of what a girlfriend told me a few months ago. She had turned down an invitation to a dinner party explaining to me that although she loved all the people who were going to be there she just couldn't face an evening of being 'the odd one out' again.

I told her that her friends probably hadn't even noticed & it's only now I really 'get' what she means.

Enough introspection.

Light relief was provided in the time-honoured Kiwi tradition of 'Chase the pig' No - not a drinking game but what happened on Sunday when we noticed that one of the new pigs had escaped.

We were relaxing in the sunshine when the dogs set up an unholy din. Investigation revealed that one of the new weaners 'Sweet & Sour' had used a log to calmly step out of her pen & was now at liberty.

Even with 5 of us & Eric with a catching net it was no easy feat to capture her. I cannot imagine how long it would have taken had there not been guests on hand.



Stripy sunrise


After taking our leave of Rangiriri, we ate last night at 'Gengy's' a fabulous Mongolian restaurant in Hamilton. As much as you could eat for $20 per adult. The kids were charged a dollar per year. The food was gorgeous, although the pancakes for dessert were disappointing.

A cup of tea beckons now so I will sign off with a few messages.

Q - Hadn't logged on all weekend so got about 6 pages of Hawaiki in one go- bliss. Sent 704 & 705 last night.

Mum - Are you packed yet ? Envy you the sunshine,
starting to wonder if I'll dissolve in all this rain ?
Cuddled 2 6 day old blk lab pups on Sunday,
Mum was gorgeous & called 'Bronte' Neeeed one.

Turbo - It's as grown-up as you can get. Well done.

Trudes - Everything crossed for you. Mick Shellard - now
there IS a scary thought !

Weeny - Hope you are managing ok at Ma Duddy's ?
Just smile sweetly & think of orange-juice.

Di - Was it good ? Do you have a hangover ?
Did you have jelly & a 'ice-cream maaaaan'
Pics asap please.

Stu - Good luck with the course. Confuse the kitchen-
staff by stealing the pressure-cooker & ordering
vegetables !

Mx & Bloo - Wherever else you go, you must book your
final meal in NYC @ 'Maloney & Porcelli' on
East 50th Street. Not cheap but the best
food & service we found in over 2 weeks of
eating everywhere in Manhattan.
The Maine lobster is the must-have.

Cocky - What's it like now he goes to school every day ?
Silly thing is, I bet you miss the chaos don't
you ? Are the jumping lessons still going well ?

And a welcome to 2 more readers, Ma & Pa Smith, aka Michelle's folks who I understand have been Blogging since the 'Towering Inferno' saga.

I wonder how many people I have never met are reading this now ? Weird.

Finally, my team are night-duty at the moment so take care all of you, safe nights.

Excellent news of the week is 'she' didn't get the promotion. Let joy be unconfined :)

Cx

I wish to register a complaint.

When I came away it was with the understanding that normal life for my friends would cease. They were to don black veils & not speak in public except to say how much I was missed.



Fun was a definite no-no.

News reaches my ears that a certain Di Herrett plans a celebration of a birthday this Saturday. Not just any old birthday but a special one (I won't tell you which one but she's the last of my friends to reach this age-only a baybee) Not just any old party either but a fancy-dress party ! Knowing full-well I have never been to a fancy-dress party !!

Doubtless there will be alcohol, laughing & licentious behaviour.

I AM GUTTED !!

I now have to rely on Cocky's promised 'Bad-taste' fancy dress party when I return.

Have a lovely party Di & I hope you get lots of luvverly pressies - can't wait to see the pics.

The 2nd piece of shocking news is that a certain female at VK is applying for her EO's. It's enough to make me pack my suitcase & fly home. I had to breathe deeply into a paper bag when Andy txd me this morning.

All I have to say on the issue is 'Leave D team alone'



'Who's the Daddy ?'

I was feeling a bit sorry for myself last night. I had kept busy all day but at bedtime thoughts of NY & friends at home conspired to get me thinking.

I have decided I don't get home-sick as such, just people-sick. I then got to thinking about Roo & wishing I had her on my bed to give a cuddle. Dangerous ground.

The blue sky this morning has restored my spirits, typing this whilst Michelle feeds the animals & with Pachelbel's Canon quietly in the background.

A good result yesterday at the kids speech day yesterday. A 2nd for Alice who looked like she was going to faint when her name was read out & a 3rd for Harriette

Unfortunately, the pics I took aren't up to much thanks to a lady in front of me with a particularly large head, luckily Michelle got it on video.

Some of the kids speeches were very funny, I particularly enjoyed the one by Paige about mice. She didn't take a breath for 3 minutes & apparently she is like that all the time. Her parents must be knackered.

I feel very behind with kids names these days. Some I have heard over here already are Cushla, Kowan & Serena as well as the usual sprinklings of Brittanys, Jordans & Sugar Plum Fairies (ok I made the last one up)

A grim job beckoned for Eric yesterday afternoon. Having heard nothing from 'cowdown' he was obliged to put Gertie down the offal-hole.

She had been in situe for 48 hours & had blown-up as tight as a drum. I offered him a hand to drag her across the paddock up as far as the offal hole.

Unfortunately, all the cattle were grazing in the adjoining paddock, including Gertie's Mum, Ermintrude.

Eric put down some feed to try & keep Ermintrude distracted whilst we got on with moving Gertie.

She wouldn't fit down the hole so Eric had to puncture her chest cavity to release the gas. You can only begin to imagine the smell. Thank goodness it hasn't been warm here. I caught a couple of nostrils full & almost greeted my lunch again so I tried to move upwind & breathe through my mouth.

It didn't lessen the impact at all & the stench was so bad I could hardly blink as it dried my eyeballs.

Poor Eric had no such option & had to stand over the carcass pushing & shoving it into the hole.

I tried to stand in between Ermintrude & Eric as she was keen to see what he was doing.

Finally, Gertie disappeared & immediately Ermintrude rushed over to the concrete cover of the pit, alternately sniffing & lowing mournfully. I have no doubt she knew what was down there. Very sad.



In the meantime, the other calves stood together, not playing as usual but just looking at Ermintrude.




On the way back up to the house we came across Bin enjoying his bone



"Not short of a feed or two ..."


And I used the last couple of shots on the camera to capture some of the chocolate arums I mentioned the other day & some freesias growing well here.







This evening we are going to watch Waikato take on the leaders of the NPC league Otago. I feel torn as Otago is in the South Island & Waikato are now my local team. It's so much easier when Waikato play Auckland as no-one likes Auckland.

After the game we are going to friends of the Tanners for the weekend. Michelle did tell me where but I have forgotten already. She has already warned me 'it won't be a slimming weekend'

It will be my last entire weekend off probably until about April so I intend making the most of it.

If I can't Blog over the w/e then wish me luck for my 1st day on Monday & have a fantastic time on Saturday Di.

Cx

ps. You still haven't told me which film-star you are going as ?

All viewers / readers / voyeurs.

Please check the archives there has been some colour added.

Not all are done yet as some have not yet arrived please be patient with Maam & Me.



Harriette , Alice & Moi

Njoi 'cos I is shattered

Qx

Good evening,

Typing Blog during a quiet evening.

Girls in bed, Eric studying, Michelle gone to her last night duty this week.

I really feel for her going off to nights just as everyone else is winding down & relaxing. It's something I never got used to & don't miss at all now. She has to eat her dinner with one eye on the clock, things will be so much better for her & the family when she works normal hours from home.

Things have worked out quite neatly for the last couple of weeks whilst I have not been working. I cook on the evenings that Michelle works which means she can have a decent sleep & Eric can get on with the 101 things he has to do around the farm.

This evening it was toad-in-the hole & gratin dauphinnoise.

As the toad went to the table Alice said

'Please don't take this as a criticism but that looks a bit of a disaster-area'

Kids - don't you just love their honesty ?



Toad in the Hole
Prepare a Yorkshire Pudding batter:

¼ cup of bacon dripping
½ cup milk
1 egg, well-beaten
½ cup sifted all-purpose flour
¼ teaspoon salt

Fry sausages and lay them in the batter. Bake as for yorkshire pudding:

Temp: 450º F Time: 10 - 15 min. If you use a glass pie plate turn the heat down 25°F.

Detailed directions

Combine a well-beaten egg and milk; beat till light. Gradually beat in sifted flour and salt; beat with dover beater till smooth. Let stand 30 minutes.

Put about 2 tablespoons bacon dripping into pan or divided up between 6 large muffin tins or into an 8"x8" pan. Heat in oven, make sure you watch pan as it will start to smoke! Pour batter into hot pan; and lay in your sausages. Serves 4.

The trick is the hot fat and the hot oven. Don't keep opening the oven to check. Serve immediately as it will deflate as it gets cold. Pour nice beef gravy over top.

Serve with Mash Potatoes, Marrowfat Peas and Gravy

British Food & Traditional recipes


Her other outstanding moment this week was when she was recounting a conversation she had been having with a boy who sat next to her. He asked her what it was like being a girl ?

'Just like a boy - but without the penis' came the 8yr old reply.

Classic.

There is much excitement in the Tanner household this week as both girls have made it to their year's final of their school's speech competition. Tomorrow morning we all go off to see them speak. Please let the both win or both lose. Any other result will be emotional.

A sad start to the day today as the girls discovered, on their way down the drive to the school bus, that Ermintrude's calf Gertie had died through the night. Eric had seen her sunbathing the evening before & she was fine so at the moment we have no idea what she died of. She was a strong, healthy calf so it's a mystery.



Ermintrude

Poor Ermintrude has mooed vigorously & sadly all day. She must be tremendously uncomfortable with udders full of milk but she is not tame enough to hand-milk to relieve her. Eric is going to call the vet to enquire about an injection to dry her milk up quickly. I know we shouldn't project our own anthropomorphic ideas onto animals but I couldn't help but feel very sad for her as I watched her today. She really did seem to be searching the paddock & she kept sniffing the other calves to see if they were Gertie.

There is also the problem now of how to dispose of Gertie. There is a local company who remove dead calves but they only take yearlings & over. Eric has called another company 0800-cowdown (honest) & is waiting for them to call back.

If they refuse, then the offal pit looms which, strictly speaking she is too big for & Eric would have to dismember her to get her in there.

During dinner this evening there was the most remarkable transformation in the sky.
All day today it has been hot & sunny, in fact the first properly hot day I have enjoyed in the North (it has rained at some point every day since the 17th Aug). I called Michelle out to look at our local landmark the Hinuera Stones.

They were golden in the evening light & just a tiny segment of valley was illuminated in this one wedge of sunlight. The rest of the sky was a brooding greeny/purple like a large bruise.

As we started to eat the sky turned green. I know it sounds odd but it was like when you look through 1 half of those 3D glasses. The paddocks were intensely green & the air had that pregnant, shimmering quality that I last remember feeling during the eclipse in the UK.

Within minutes the green had gone to be replaced by a dusky, intense pink. Now, stretching far away was a thick, heavy, pensive cloud which scraped over the tops of the hills. Directly above the hills was the tiniest sliver of bright, pale blue sky.

It was all gone in a matter of minutes & then huge, fat, musical raindrops began to beat on the roof of the car-port. Quite the most enthralling sky I have seen since arriving in the North.

In a couple of hours it will be September 11th here & it & the people I went to New York with have been on my mind. I find myself thinking about the families too & how they will be marking the day. My memories are fresh & pin-sharp. It's odd now to know that whatever else happens in my life I am unlikely to find myself involved in anything that resembles those few weeks.

Hi to Di, Chef, Robin & Lolly - thinking of you all.

Good-night UK, take care,

Cx

Aah & so they come ...



Cx

Deck immediately outside 'my' cottage

Hello from the Shire & a special welcome to the early-turners PS, KW, HS, PW, AT, & CD.

Had a call from Kevin @ Trelawney yesterday asking me to bring my start date forward to next Monday. I wanted to say no & that I would start on the 20th like we had agreed as that would give me exactly 1 month between jobs but something told me that might not look too keen.

So I start work @ 7am, Monday. Long hours 7-5, don't mind as long as it's busy.
If it's not busy will be looking for summat else.

Yesterday Michelle & I dropped into see Eric at work whilst we were in town. He had made the mistake of mentioning there were pups in the pound & needless to say we had to go look.

I can't imagine a more grim place to keep animals & I don't envy Eric his job.

The 'pound' was a graffiti-covered, brick-built unit about 3 metres by 12 on a piece of scrap-covered, council-owned waste-land. No windows & about 5 cages inside. It was dark, damp, & dank.

The 'inmates' yesterday were the 2 pups & a handsome, dignified older dog who had more than a touch of Rotty judging by his magnificent ginger eyebrows. The pups were lovely (apart from smelling the way you would expect after being locked up for 2 days) they were about 6 weeks old. One was brindle & very squeaky & the other was a fawn colour with a white chest. Both looked of GSD descent.

This part of North Island has a bad problem with stray dogs & it's Eric's job to round up strays. He makes all the checks he can but the fact is if they are unclaimed after 7 days they are destroyed. I have no problem assisting any animal out of it's suffering if it is old or unwell but I just could not be a part of destroying healthy young animals.

It's a part of his job that Eric dislikes too but unfortunately there is no way around it.

NZ dogs have to be licenced, needless to say, many are not.

I keep meaning to tell you about 'bobby calves' & keep forgetting.

This is sad, don't read if you know it will upset you.

The Waikato area is primarily dairy cattle land. The ground is heavy & rich & excellent for grazing cattle. When the calves are born (this time of year) only the heifers are kept ie. the ones which produce milk. The bull calves are sent for slaughter at a couple of days old.

The price paid originally for one of these bull calves was a bob hence 'bobby-calves'.

During calving a 'bobby-cart' (truck) calls at each dairy-farm to collect these calves.
The calves are left overnight in a metal cage at the end of the driveway & on the road.
Michelle pointed one out to me & explained it's purpose. I am glad to say I haven't seen one in use yet.

I was surprised to read in the local paper here 'The Waikato Times' that some Kiwis have reservations about the use of these crates. I was surprised because I just assumed the locals accepted it as part of farming life & that only softies like me thought it sad.

A couple of locals have been complaining that the men who collect the calves manhandle them too roughly & also that the calves should not be left in the crates overnight but should be put in there the morning the truck is due. A healthy debate is now raging in the paper with the men who do the job complaining about poor pay & those opposing them saying they should not be working with animals at all.

Again, it makes me grateful that Mal & Mike always handled the stock at Marfell with patience & care. Their reason for doing so was financial as well as humane because the Works can refuse to take a beast with bruising as it affects the taste of the meat.

However, as Mal explained to me, if you injure a steer the 1st time you have contact with it, your job is that much harder the 2nd time.

I had a very long chat with Mal last night, it was lovely to hear the farm news.

GT has calmed down considerably & Mal told me 'even Trish petted him yesterday'
Bet he hated it really :)

Don continues to work although he didn't think much of going on the bike with Mike the other day, Mal wonders if Don is a 'girl's dog' as he loved going on the bike with me ?

They are receiving a couple of hundred heifers in the next few days so have been checking & repairing all the electric fence boundaries. The grass has grown very long as they have not had cattle (except for 2) since I left.

The ponies Ben & Honey competed at a show in Christchurch at the weekend.

Paddy & Ben did a storming x-country round but were penalised for missing a jump (rider error not pony) Good news, I really like Ben.

Vinny & Honey (evil yellow one) came last in the dressage and fell on the x-country. Both were ok after being checked by doctor & vet respectively.

Oh. Dear.

The laundry-room floor has not been seen for several weeks.

Mal's ribs are less painful but he suffers some discomfort when climbing into the tractor. I suggested a small trampoline might assist.

He ended the call by telling me to take care around the 'young buggers' at the stud who would as soon a 'kill you as look at you' I assured him I would be taking no risks around them. If it comes to me or a yearling tearing past me & escaping my money's on the horse escaping. I have got this far without a broken bone, I don't intend starting now.

I went to a quarry to collect some gravel yesterday. The gravel is to go over a weed-membrane at the side of the pool. As I arrived at the quarry I was waved to follow the tractor driver. At home you would have to wear a hard hat, reflective vest & wouldn't be allowed anywhere nr where all the works vehicles were.

Here, I just set off after the tractor driver, who wasn't hanging around, right through the excavation area with all the diggers, tractors & lovely assorted, yellow big things right up to the 100' pile of gravel.

As he dumped the gravel in my trailer he gave me a thumbs-up & I was off.

We didn't speak a word during the whole transaction.

NZ's like that.

So, that's my job today. Have just had toast & lemon curd for brekkie & as I type I can hear that a chicken has laid an egg.

We had 6 yesterday & that's what they are laying every day. Eric says he'll threaten them with the pot earlier in future !

Bye for now, still waiting for photos, it's like Xmas !

Cx

Greetings England.

No weekend Blog cos I have spent the w/e sending pics to Q for your perusal.

2 very pleasant days of gardening, burning (tiny, CONTROLLED) fires,weeding
eating & generally catching up with all the corres I have neglected since
my move from South to North.

Welcome to 2 new readers, Hadders & Pete the G.

Hadders, it's like you said 'What happens on the island - stays on the island'

Blog is the same, not for general team perusal.

Pete, I still giggle whenever I think of you & funerals. I told the farm-hands at
Marfell Downs.

Same reaction as the Cad Room that day. Shock, disbelief then uncontrolled
mirth.

I understand the Big Guy has been 'helping' you in Custody. Never a dull moment I bet ?

'Quick, quick, the guy in Cell 4 is pouring paraffin over himself as Q yet again tries to explain the workings of the live-scan system !'

Welcome to you both, Hadders I can see you settling down for your daily fix with a cup of tea & your pinny on. I miss your cups of tea here, it's just not the same making your own.

There has been no water here since yesterday. There is a problem with the pump which supplies water & the call-out charge would have been horrific for the w/e so yesterday was bottled water which Michelle had set aside in their 'earthquake provisions' As I went to bed last night someone had thoughtfully provided a bucket of pool water outside my french doors for the flushing of the loo.

It's the Kiwi equivalent of a hotel putting a choccy on your pillow I suppose.

The chap has just turned up to examine the pump. It's really bad news. He says that the pump is stuck & if he cannot dislodge it it may be $10,000 to rectify !! That seems an unfeasibly huge amount of money but as you can imagine, even if the people can do without water for a while on a farm the stock certainly can't.

The irony of the torrential rain last Wed/Thu/Fri is not lost.

He looked at Ben (pronounced Bin over here) & said 'He's not short of a feed or two is he ?'

Quiet day planned today, going into Whatamata with Michelle to get some stuff for the garden & transfer some $ to a GB account.

Just heard from Lindsay that Pippa Funnel won Burghley which is good news (her yard is a couple of miles away from Leith Hill, so I consider her 'local') & more surprisingly that Neil Hodgson won the WSB World Championship. As pleased I am that a Brit has won it I would be more pleased if he were a Tyke & not a Lanc !

Must go now, will be logging on this evening hoping to see pics.

Night-night all,

Cx

ps. Forgot to say ... the fire brigade came past yesterday morning.
I didn't hear them but Michelle says they gave us a blast on their 2-tones !
A 'thank-you' for the Waikato Draught & Export Gold no doubt.

On that note, I went to bed on Saturday night after dancing up & down on
the remaining embers from my fire like some latter-day overly-large
Rumpelstiltskin.

I awoke an hour later & could smell smoke !

I rushed to the windows expecting to see an inferno.

There was nothing to see so I started to go back to bed.

I couldn't leave it at that tho & had to go down the drive in wellies & d.gown to check there
was nothing still alight. As I re-entered my bedroom I realised the smell of smoke
came from the clothes I had been building bonfires in.

Der !

:)

Photos coming soon

I have received some new piccies and edited a part of the archive to view the received pictures.

They are located here.

Weeny Warning

NB.

Not for the faint hearted , do not be eating

Updated archive with new piccies

It has taken me 2 weeks to suss it out but in my defence I have to say I was just relieved that someone was being friendly.

The reason the Tanners are being so lovely can be explained in 4 words

Pate de Fois Gras

They are the residents of Royston Vasey & I have unwittingly stumbled into a grim & macabre plot to fatten & consume visitors.

Alarm bells should really have rung as soon as Eric told me he used to be a butcher's assistant.

'A pound an' 'alf of special is it today Mrs Tanner ?'

For any of you not familiar with the practice I will explain.

The French (no surprises there) began this practice.

Goose-liver is considered a great delicacy when processed into pate & to make the liver more fatty the goose has it's gullet forced open & grain poured directly into it's stomach, thus bypassing the need for the goose to be hungry before it will eat.

The Tanners are following the same process, albeit more subtly.

When I arrived I had, for the 1st time since I can remember (probably 1995 if I'm honest) a flat stomach & could see my feet unimpeded in the shower. I am now back to that 3-months pregnant look & I blame the Tanners & mostly Michelle.

You might be saying, why not just eat less but how would you manage when every time you look around the kitchen table is buckling under the weight of the freshly-baked goodies ? I feel like I am on the set of 'The Darling Buds'

For example, yesterday it rained all day. Michelle made lemon-curd, a beef curry, Indian pea-soup & gingerbread. This was on top of the pumpkin soup I made for lunch. I made enough for 6 & between 3 of us we finished it all.

As I sat down to the curry at dinner-time my gut was still distended from the soup at lunchtime. It's still uncomfortably tight now & yet I can just hear, through the Tupperware container the gingerbread breathily calling my name.

Oh yes & get this. Michelle said the gingerbread tastes better after 3 days. As if.

The baking isn't even a one-off. On Sunday she baked double-chocolate muffins, macaroons & flapjack ostensibly to go in the girls lunch-boxes I know, but if that's the case, why does she leave the box within my grasp ? (with the aid of a ladder)

It's raining again today & yet I know I must manoeuvre my huge bulk outside & waddle around & do something to burn off the 6,846 calories I consumed yesterday.

This is starting to sound horribly Bridget Jones

Fires started this wk = 0
Employers I haven't got on with = 1
Horses that have killed me = 0
Glasses of red wine = 5 (they are big ones though)

My good news is that I have finally worked out how to e-mail Blog pics to Q.

If you have been reading recently, may I humbly recommend you go back to my last day at Marfell Downs & see some 'up to the elbow action' unless you are of a timid disposition or are eating.

My other piece of news concerns my baby, the Blade. Rumour has reached me that the pansy who dropped it on a country bend has now given up biking for good & has sold her one to someone who owns a pair. (testes that is) He has also stopped wearing suits to work & can now be seen about town in a rather fetching frilly pink dress.

I am currently awaiting an update on who owns my pride & joy now.

On that biker note Bill is now enjoying a posting at Auckland Central Traffic. He was in the process of applying for their motorways unit when a skipper who overheard him talking about it on the phone poached him. He still works from Auckland but now does b***er all & drives flash, properly maintained vehicles.

The only difference from UK traffpol as far as we can work out is that over here traffpol are called 'snakes' rather than 'rats'.

I looked on a site yesterday which gave you your biker name (are you able to put the link in here Q ?)

Mine is 'Bitch of the Dirty Drunkards' which I think has quite a nice S&M ring to it.

Bill's is 'Greasy Bill of the Satan's Barbers'

Eric's is 'Sheriff of the White Werewolves' (quite apt, ex Plod)

& Michelle's is Momma of the Spirit Stalkers.

Hours of fun for all the family.

Must go now, developing bed sores from this excess weight, just one quick welcome to a new Blogger.

Hello Mud - if you've stuck with it this far you will see why my e-mails have been sparse lately. You are probably a bit behind with the Trumpton jokes too, but feel free to get stuck in. Everyone else has.

ps. Mud was the 1st person to notice that my texts to UK arrive a day after the one you lot are on thanks to the time-difference. He has asked me to send him the Lottery numbers from Saturday back home to him on Friday. Eminently sensible I thought. As long as we go 50% on the winnings then I can move all my chums out here & buy my own neddy.

Take care you lot,

Cx

stand by for foties in the next couple of days.

Greetings from a soggy Shire.

The mouse is beginning to hack me off, bring back the zebra or the thick pig.

It is belting down outside so it sems a good time to Blog.

Michelle said 'It was lovely weather before you came, in fact it's always nicer when other people aren't here so can you leave please ?'

I am glad I got lots done yesterday cos it doesn't look like it's going to clear up today.

Dug over a large chunk of the veg plot then started weeding/raking all the flower beds around the house.

Noticed an arum lily in the beds, not surprising as they grow 'like weeds' here. What is surprising is it's colour. Rather than the white variety we are all used to this one is deep, chocolate brown & beautiful.

Yesterday was one of those days when every time you think you are finished you look around & notice someting else. My aching back testified to a busy day.

After lunch Eric offered me a tea. An hour later I noticed it hadn't arrived. Thinking I would be amusing I went & squashed my face up against the kitchen window where he was supposed to be fixing cupboards. In my wellies & waterproofs I adopted my most pathetic expression & began whining "Teeeeaaaa" in the same way I do back at work in the UK when I think Andy should earn his keep by making one of his really good cuppas.

At that point I noticed Eric was not in fact fixing cupboards but was on the phone trying to order some fencing supplies. Oh well - I found it funny.

It got him back for the fact that he hadn't informed me I was weeding in his mousey-graveyard. 3 times I put my hand on rotting corpses.

On a more prosaic note, I wanted to tell you about the birdies here.

Q - if you can find any pics on t'internet to accompany these ramblings for Bloggers I would be grateful.

All day yesterday I was aware that I was listening to birdsong. One of the reasons I was upset to leave the South was because of all the different birds I saw & heard every day. I needn't have worried. They are just as prolific here.

The bird that features most largely here is the magpie. Less showy than it's UK counterpart & looking more like a pied crow without the long tail, they are everywhere. Their song is magical, not for them the hoarse chuckling & cackling that the UK ones indulge in. Here, they are reminiscent of Clangers on acid with a touch of yodelling goatherd. They make a noise which sounds like "wardle-oodle-ardle"

I am especially fond of them because I remember waking on my very 1st morning in Rangiora on the 14th May & wondering what the beautiful, exotic birdsong was.

The sound has become NZ for me.

My favourite birds here are the fantails. Bright-eyed, curious, pretty little birds, they are very comfortable around people who they follow as we stir up the insect life they live on. About the size of a blue tit, they come in either biscuit or chocolate colours & as their name suggests have a long, elegant tail. They were always much in evidence at Marfell Downs whenever I was taking off the horses rugs. They came close enough for me to feel I could quite easily capture them. Their song is an unmemorable 'peep peep' but their looks make up for it.

There are parrakeets here which are lovely to look at & don't make the irritating 'skreeeech' which the escaped green ones in Surrey do. I remember thinking that I could happily shoot those birds whilst listening to them all day long every time I played golf at Bushey golf club. The NZ ones here are predominantly scarlet, have white cheeks, yellow throats & love to perch in the trees here watching all the goings-on.

The most arresting bird I have seen so far here is the Harris hawk. About the same size as a UK buzzard ie big, they flourish here & are regarded as vermin. It's a shame as they are stunning birds with the most gorgeous plumage of various shades of red & gold. I must easily see 10 or so a day & I still enjoy watching them glide lazily over paddocks & verges in search of ickle things or road-kill.

One of the paddocks with a pond at Marfell was home to a pair of Paradise Shelducks. These birds mate for life & can live (if I was reliably informed by Mal) for up to 70 years.
Their call is the most un-birdlike I have ever heard. A kind of 'zoonk zoonk' when alarmed, like an amplified Space-Invader game. Eric has said he would like to slot them - I will be checking to make sure that if he finds any he kills them both. The thought of a solitary, celibate, lonesome shelduck is more than my soft heart can bear !

Kingfishers here are like ours but GM'd. They are MASSIVE. Easily the size of our mallard ducks. Ok, I am exaggerating, they are about a third again as big as UK kingfishers but much less secretive. I don't know about you but I was 31 before I first got a good look at a UK kingfisher & even then it's only because I was spending a lot of time fishing. To see a perched kingfisher is a rare treat back home. Here you are likely to see them in trees in most places. They are just as lovely as the ones I am familar with but instead of a brilliant coral breast it is more a salmon pink.

The wax-eye or silver eye entertains me by balancing on & feeding from the red-hot poker flowers directly outside my bathroom window.




Outside my bathroom window


Dainty little birds, they are shy & easily frightened & remind me of our wrens.

There are lots of birds here to remind me of home, wood pigeons, blackbirds, sparrows by the sackful (which is lovely now that they are endangered in the UK) mallards, herons (smaller) yellowhammers, thrushes and goldfinches.

As for kiwis, none of the locals I have spoken to have ever seen one. As well as being rare, they are nocturnal & I am told my only chances of setting eyes on one are is a reserve or sanctuary.

The Tanners keep a lovely selection of chickens, all of which are laying for England at the moment. 6 eggs in a day is not unusual. They have a couple of bantams (one white, one black) a couple of Rhode Island Reds, a couple of Light Sussexs, a Brown Leghorn & some black ones with a tinge of blue (the name of which escapes us at the moment) Michelle has just gone to look it up & they are 'anconas' "I think"

When I am weeding I save all the slugs I find & then give them to the chickens. I love listening to them as they find the tasty morsels amongst the greenery. They make excited little 'ooh' noises like elderly ladies at a Bric-a-brac sale. The slugs must make a welcome addition to their pellets, there are never any left after 5 minutes at any rate.

If our little feathered friends leave you cold then I apologise for the last few paragraphs of my wittering but I love them & really appreciate being outdoors all day where I can watch them.

Has Bill Oddie's new series started yet back at home ? Wish he was my Dad.

Anyone who records & sends me the tape will earn my undying gratitude.

Sunday afternoons, a tray of tasty nibbles, a good bottle of red & BBC2 wildlife programmes are one of the things I miss most about home.

Well, I have decided to make pumpkin soup for lunch & the sun looks like it might be trying to squeeze through the clouds so I must away. Michelle is pottering around the house on her 1st day off & once again I thank my lucky stars that I landed in such a hospitable household.

I also wish to give an alibi. Yesterday there was a 'controlled avalanche' on an abandoned snowfield near Taupo ski-fields. There have been 2 big quakes in S.Island recently of 7.1 on the scale. The quakes had dislodged some of the snow in N.Island so it was deemed sensible to clear the loose snow. The 'controlled avalanche' rapidly became 'uncontrolled' & ended in ski-fields which were being used by skiers & snowbaorders.

I don't think there were any fatalities but I would just like to state clearly & for the record that I was at Cedar Lodge all day yesterday & didn't go anywhere near Taupo.

ttfn,

Cx