Sprintcyclist wrote on Oct 1^st, 2022 at 5:41am:

They can climb tall chook fences in a single bound, shove in like a speeding bullet. There are videos of cats turning door handle levers, horses pulling a door latch and a lion biting a car door handle and pulling backwards to open the door for fast food takeway. Don't ask about elephants. We had a kangaroo leaning its hands on a swinging chair on the verandah just for entertainment. There's too much of it these days.

Sprintcyclist wrote on Oct 1^st, 2022 at 7:37pm:



When ah were very ill and maybe jousting with The Reaper again, I got into my gardens (and the birdlife), saying that planting vegetables etc was a guarantee that you were going to be around, or planning to be at least, to eat them.  They taste better too.  I just love to grow things.

My aunt told me the tale once of how she got her driver's licence.... my uncle, her husband and my dad's brother, was the local country copper, and country stations had a paddock for horses and such (the old days).  One day he bought some cattle to put there, and needed someone to drive the car back while he came back in a truck.  So he said to her - "This is your driving test... off you go!".  She said he should have been a farmer and not a copper.

Runs in the blood - I see he had the family thing of getting around the rules.... ended up a very senior cop though and honest as they come.  Naturally forebears were farmers, listed as such on immigration rolls from Ireland at the very least.

Grappler Truth Teller Feller wrote on Oct 1^st, 2022 at 10:35pm:


yes, it is creating something living.
There is always something changing in a garden, it is always evolving.

We've just planted spinach and spuds, which are both
growing like crazy in the wet in Gippsland.