Life and Wildlife on the Banks of the Murrumbidgee
It's an embarrassment that when I see litter in our paddocks. That's because it's usually my own: one of my tree guards that has blown off and landed in the creek, or among the ti-tree, or strung up against a barbed-wire fence. But collecting them again is the easy part. The problem is what to... Continue Reading →
I'm unreasonably excited that we've been able to make use of an old gate that has been sitting down near the woolshed for nearly fifty years. When Mum bought the farm Adnamira in January 1967, there were strange items lying all over the place. The previous owner was a bit of a jackdaw who loved... Continue Reading →
