Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun. Even when you’re not sometimes too. I know my title is wacky. But that’s what came into my head. I was thinking about the book by that title (by Darren Shand) that Nathan likes, because I was calling Shirley the sheep a circus freak 
I have been sewing, I’m putting that at the top of the post (sort of), so those not related to me (lucky people) can check out the crafty stuff without listening to me rave on about the rest of the boring family, farm kinda stuff.
On Friday I was lucky enough to upgrade my sewing machine from a Bernina 930 (which my darling MIL gave to me a few years ago), to a Bernina 1230. The new machine is awesome. It runs so much smoother that the older one. So I have made wetbags (for nappies etc, and a new nappy with the PUL film, which means I can pretty much use any fabric for making a nappy, with the laminate now a thinner hidden layer. Here’s pics.
We had a little rain on Friday, but not heaps, then some more last night which was a bit more substantial. So the garden is looking pretty good. Ian and I were discussing the planting of parsnips today. We better get our A into G if we’re going to give it a go. We haven’t grown any before. And thinking about what to do about carrots. We never have much success with carrots. We are going to try again, but I’m not hugely confidant.
Lilly had a friend to stay the night on Saturday, and talking to her mother I found out about so piglets just born, so that my be worth checking into as we will be ready to get piglets again in about 6 to 8 weeks.
Ian, Cam and I went raspberry picking again today. That may be the last of them unless I get a chance midweek to go picking (might be able to get Matt to babysit for a few hours if I’m lucky).
I nearly forgot to add pics of Brian (the calf) and Shirley.
Poor Shirley got flystrike about a month ago, and we didn’t think she would make it. Thanks to Ian’s hard work and care, she pulled through. Her scabby patches are all healed, but as a consequence of the stress of it all her wool has fallen out (well most of it). She does appear that apart from the baldness to be well and healthy again, and has no problems breaking out of the paddock to get at the newly growing grass over the fence. So here’s hoping that the no-one calls the SPCA on us !
And last but not least, though it may not be of interest to anyone but me, as it helps me to keep a record, the chooks laid 9 eggs yesterday and again today (and 5 the day before).
