There's No Place Like Home

Yesterday was a day off. We woke up at 7:20am to Les roaring in on the motorbike, panicking because they had no water at the cowshed. We spent the rest of the day working with the plumber and electrician trying to fix the pump. Eventually we got it done. Problem solved. Day off? Yeah, right.

Last week we spent several hours in the yards sorting out our dry cows, finding the ones closest to calving and moving them close to the house. Good thing we did, because three days later one of the cows calved, nearly two weeks early.

 

 

We've been here for four months, and there's twelve days left before our time here is up. It's been a good learning experience, and our wallets haven't been so full in forever.

The break has done good things for the Superdogs. Everyone's keen to start again. And so far this year I've worked Sparkie up through her Novice Trick Dog title, to Intermediate Trick Dog, and the other three have got their Novice titles.

But there's no place like home, and for me, home is the open road.