It's raining. Not much. But there's nothing more musical to a farmer's ears, than the sound of rain on a corrugated iron roof after a dry spell.
Our sheep are lambing at the moment.
We'll all be sleeping soundly tonight.
A city girl's take on life in the bush. I call it as I see it, and I don't always let the truth stand in the way of a good story.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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