Auntie Thistledown

A farmer correspondent put a crayon on a ram for mating and he did not mark a single ewe. He did mark some of the other rams though. Is there such a thing as a gay sheep?

Eggs! Where are they? I’ve been to three supermarkets and I’m yet to get my hands on them.

It’s good news if you are planning on avoiding He Waka because she’s gone burger.

I’m in a little bit of a pickle. My dog, Porkchop, hunts pests (rabbits, possums, and feral geese) on our property.

Nobody can predict poor Jenny’s future with total certainty. If that were possible, then perhaps she wouldn’t have been trapped for the last couple of decades. That being said, I think Jenny still has a long wait ahead of her.

After a tough drought, then flood, then possibly drought again I have inadvertently taken up mono-cropping. I have the thickest stand of pure organic thistles you have ever seen.

I accidentally weighed our farmhand while we were weighing calves the other day. I wrote Sam up in the little yellow notebook as a joke