You may remember three dog night? Well, I have now entered onto something completely unlike it - three egg day. We only have 3 chooks in the laying stakes (mrs black I think is only there to be bottom of the pecking order.) And they've got to the stage of ordering me to move the chookabago. Cluck-Talking at me, and standing against the front edge, waiting. Their attitudes to fish are hilarious. I suspect fish is crack-cocaine to chickens - to judge by the hooliganism that goes on over half a garfish. Anyway they're going to get some wallaby tomorrow. They really ARE the lineal descendants of T.rex. How the mighty have fallen.
I turned my ineptly butchered wallaby (pademelon) into mince and chunks - we have some my polish friend butchered and I deboned (or jointed) for the mobs in June-July. I got 9 350 gram minces out of it -still using the old hand mincer. Makes mince a little more... hard work!
Nothing else today except flurries of what would be snow if we were not at sea level, and the temperatures are actually still quite mild. So flurries of thin rain... I resisted the urge to go out and throw rainballs or make rainmen, and worked. I am counting the days until B finishes her stint of house sitting in Lady Barron. I even turned the TV on tonight to make a little background noise.