This is the weekend of the Kumeu car show and Sam decided to camp there on Friday night. Now, I've been a solo life-styler for years but in the last eight months Sam's been on site and there's barely a day that goes by that we don't see each other. Strange but I thought I'd really miss him, his company, them I remembered the rest of the family. I walked Hoby and then stayed out with the farmies (goats, chooks, horses and pigs) until darkness fell. I read a book, watched a movie and had a yummy dinner. In short, I barely noticed Sam was gone.
I got up early this morning and went out to see my friend and graphic designer at a really cut cafe called Garnet Station. Then I popped in to see Mum and Dad.
When I got home all the family came to meet me, you'd have thought I'd been gone for a year! I felt very special. I played a game of flinger with Hoby and then had tummy cuddles with Tallulah and a tummy rub with Shamey. Tarka came down for a brush and some special one-on-one time. Ella eventually left the top corner of the paddock (where she'll stand for hours talking to Dexter across the road) and because I'd fed half of the carrot to Tarka and the other half to Tallulah trying to teach her how to sit (failed) I had to pinch a radish from the garden, Lucifer nicked a few of the long prickly leaves and Ella snaffled the rest.
Mabel came over for a cuddle with me while I was in the stall with Tarka and Lucifer licked the pink-rock-of-deliciousness (a.k.a pink rock salt block). Lately Lucifer has been extra inquisitive and friendly but still freaks out when I touch him. Actually when I say freaks out, what I mean is he has all the attitude of a ten year old boy, basically if I touch him he runs off and I get the feeling he's saying to himself "ew, girl germs, girl germs". Today however Lucifer was extra brave and perhaps a little jealous of the attention everyone else was getting so he put on a leaping and balancing show for me. He is quite talented. He leaped over a metre onto the horse poo pile, then he walked along the 100mm rail on top of the gate. Once he was there he looked me dead in the eyes and dropped his head a little which means "PLAY?" I answer his question by holding up my fist, he pushed into it with his head. Then he rubbed his head all over me. Took a step back re-assessed the situation and realised that it was fun having a playmate. He's tried playing with Ella and butting her between the eyes which ended in him being chased the whole length of the paddock by the 500 kg redhead. He knows better than to mess with Tarka, because in Lucifer's eyes Tarka is god-goat. He's no doubt messed with Sheamus but again, I doubt that was much fun. Mabels boring. So far Tallulah's been his best bet but she just screams in terror as he runs up and t-bones her the guts but she can't run as fast as he can so he gets a few good shots in.
Poor little Disco Batman has gone missing, I'm sure he has either been snatched by a hawk or the disgusting cat from next door. Little Mohawk has drowned (in the trough that I rescued Nemo from a few months ago) so that just leaves Robin, Nemo and Squirt, one baby for each mumma. It is sad but there's not much I can do with free ranging chooks, there's always going to be natural predators and dangerous situations. The troughs are either very high or if low they've got the minimum amount of water to ensure the animals can get to them but still these accidents happen. Farewell little beings that don't make it, they're all sorely missed.
Minus the departed souls I've had a lovely couple of days and I feel so lucky to have such a neat bunch of furry, bristly and feathery companions.
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