Autumn Stirrings

The grey mists are rolling in with the South Easterly winds across the paddocks and wetlands…the pond plants are moulting and look like Rabbits have fought at the swamps edge….as it looks like angora wool strewn everywhere… calves were chasing each other …..the brown dashes faster and was winning it over the black one…so cute… the sun slips further into the western horizon at my back….as I travel East with a bag of pears, apples, carrots and bread for the horses…blue wildflowers are growing up through the barbed wired fences….rain is on its way as the lemon scented gum always smells much stronger just before the rain…I open up to its luscious scent that fills my nostrils with a sense of joy…I love that smell so much….Woody the Labrador makes her dash down the long driveway of a couple of hundred meters ….to be thrown a few bits of apple from my bag, tail wagging as usual…..chomp, chomp, chomp…..I whistle to the horses who are down in the back paddock, almost out of sight….I see a chestnut head come upright and I call out…ABBEY!!….. I huge whiney is heard and she comes galloping…hooves thumping at the ground as she comes towards me ….I call out DASH!….and the Shetland pony cones running on his little short legs making a different noise in the ground…pats and strokes and soft words are shared ….along with treats of fresh food….I move on with a few bits of bread …to the paddock next door…..where the old ewe waits breathing heavily in anticipation of her bread pieces…I call her Shaun….as I think that is what every sheep should be called…in my silly old head…it amuses me…she reminds me of the sound of a garbage disposal in the sink… that were the rage in the late 60’s…the noise she makes is quiet guttural…animals fed…I head for home, towards a setting sun, and the curtains of another day close before me ….as me an Boofie head up the hill towards the setting sun…



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