We headed up to the farm last week to celebrate my brothers 30th birthday.
I had to time my drive so that I set off 15 minutes before Nelly was due to sleep, hoping that she would fall asleep in the car and spend her entire two hour nap in dream land.
We weren't far off the farm when I realised I was running dangerously low on petrol and I am quite sure that it was my cursing that woke her up from her slumber but we made it so it could have been worse.
How do you keep the flies off a baby? Like this, clearly.
Or maybe not..
I thought that Nelly's eyes would have turned brown by now since The Husband and I both have brown eyes but I have a feeling they are destined to remain green/hazel - how does this work?
I thought there was some form of genetic rule that two brown eyed parents created a brown eyed child. I never was good at any form of science though.
There are animals everywhere you turn at the farm.
The cat, Tittles (named after our child hood cat Tiddles) gave birth to 4 kittens but then either died of sickness or was taken by a larger animal as these kittens were left inside the house under the watchful eye of Zena, the faithful labrador.
There are also 3 chooks who provide 3 eggs daily (I never knew that they only lay one egg each per day, I clearly did not grow up on a farm) and are definitely free range.
I wasn't kidding about them being free range. Here is one trying to get in the back door.
Who doesn't love a kitten?
Along with the sheep, spiders and kangaroos this cute fat echidna was also roaming around.
I need to get myself some decent gumboots and bindi resistant clothing, stat.
