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stuff into the sleep-out. You can hardly move with three beds all crammed in, but itâs fun.
Wednesday, 24 January
Gavin arrived today. Mat has been hiding behind trees, tank stands and veranda posts all day. I donât get it. If itâs really love, shouldnât people be happy? Why canât she just clear the air (pardon the pun) about Shebaâs gas problem, and have a laugh about it?
Love really turns peopleâs brains to mush.
Poor Mat!
Thank goodness Miss McKenzie came to her senses!
Sophie, Mat and I went swimming in the dam today. Petal was ecstatic, chugging in and out between us, quacking noisily. We were having a great time, drifting around on the tyre tubes, talking about chocolate, until a dead sheep popped up to the surface and started floating around with us.
Gross!
Thursday, 25 January
The New and Improved Flying Ferals Catapult had its first run today.
Fez leapt off the chook shed roof onto the end of the plank, launching a sack full of chook pellets. The sack flew through the air and landedexactly where it was supposed to, right in the middle of the trampoline. Quite impressive really ⦠until it bounced back up into the air, hit the peppercorn tree, split open and flung chook pellets all over Gunther and his ducks.
Gunther squealed with anger, and chased Peter up the nearest tree.
The ducks flapped their wings and quacked ferociously, chasing Wes up the clothesline.
Macka appeared from nowhere, spat in Gavinâs face, then trotted around gurgling merrily.
Fez burst into tears, crying, âWhy wonât Macka spit on me?â
We were all killing ourselves laughing when Mat ran across the yard like a maniac, yelling, âNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!â
Sheba was gobbling chook pellets as fast as she could before Gerty, Mildred and Doris vacuumed them all up.
Gavin ran after Mat, laughing. âItâs only chook food!â
Mat started crying and blubbered that Sheba was on a special diet. Gavin laughed and said fat horses were funny as. And Mat cried, âYou donât understand!â
But an hour later when Sheba had started digesting the chook pellets, he sure did. We had to move her three paddocks away just so we could breathe without gagging.
Friday, 26 January â
Australia Day
The Hardbake Plains Australia Day picnic race was held for the first time in three years today. The last two years it was cancelled because of the drought. This year the track was soft and grassy.
We started at nine with the bacon and eggs breakfast barbie. Mrs Whittington was there, serving eggs. She wore a big, red satin sash that said âMiss Wool and Wheatâ. She kept on telling everyone how proud she was to have won the competition once again. No-one had the heart to tell her that the Harvest Festival pageant hadnât been run for the last forty years.
Sunshine gave the official welcome, reminding everyone that they would probably be dehydrated and have sunstroke by noon. Heâs such a gloomy-guts.
The Australia Day picnic race is an open race â you can ride anything that doesnâthave a motor, as long as itâs not a horse. Bikes are always popular. Davo and Gary Hartley both entered on their BMX bikes. Sammy Ferris, Lucyâs grandpa, had an old penny-farthing bike and little James Love was on his tricycle.
Mrs Murphy entered on Mr Murphy. Everyone was splitting their sides laughing because Mr Murphy is skinny as a bean pole and Mrs Murphy is quite round and jolly. Jed Murphy, Nedâs cousin, was visiting from the Blue Mountains, and he entered on his hang glider. Heâd been at the race track since 5 am assembling a tower so he could fly off at the start.
Sunshine had an antique beer-keg barrow with wooden wheels to push Miss McKenzie around in. Harry Wilson and his little sister, Dora, had a sheep each, with fantastic saddles their mum had made. Harry was wearing his flying goggles and Dora was dressed like a proper jockey in pink
Wednesday, 24 January
Gavin arrived today. Mat has been hiding behind trees, tank stands and veranda posts all day. I donât get it. If itâs really love, shouldnât people be happy? Why canât she just clear the air (pardon the pun) about Shebaâs gas problem, and have a laugh about it?
Love really turns peopleâs brains to mush.
Poor Mat!
Thank goodness Miss McKenzie came to her senses!
Sophie, Mat and I went swimming in the dam today. Petal was ecstatic, chugging in and out between us, quacking noisily. We were having a great time, drifting around on the tyre tubes, talking about chocolate, until a dead sheep popped up to the surface and started floating around with us.
Gross!
Thursday, 25 January
The New and Improved Flying Ferals Catapult had its first run today.
Fez leapt off the chook shed roof onto the end of the plank, launching a sack full of chook pellets. The sack flew through the air and landedexactly where it was supposed to, right in the middle of the trampoline. Quite impressive really ⦠until it bounced back up into the air, hit the peppercorn tree, split open and flung chook pellets all over Gunther and his ducks.
Gunther squealed with anger, and chased Peter up the nearest tree.
The ducks flapped their wings and quacked ferociously, chasing Wes up the clothesline.
Macka appeared from nowhere, spat in Gavinâs face, then trotted around gurgling merrily.
Fez burst into tears, crying, âWhy wonât Macka spit on me?â
We were all killing ourselves laughing when Mat ran across the yard like a maniac, yelling, âNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!â
Sheba was gobbling chook pellets as fast as she could before Gerty, Mildred and Doris vacuumed them all up.
Gavin ran after Mat, laughing. âItâs only chook food!â
Mat started crying and blubbered that Sheba was on a special diet. Gavin laughed and said fat horses were funny as. And Mat cried, âYou donât understand!â
But an hour later when Sheba had started digesting the chook pellets, he sure did. We had to move her three paddocks away just so we could breathe without gagging.
Friday, 26 January â
Australia Day
The Hardbake Plains Australia Day picnic race was held for the first time in three years today. The last two years it was cancelled because of the drought. This year the track was soft and grassy.
We started at nine with the bacon and eggs breakfast barbie. Mrs Whittington was there, serving eggs. She wore a big, red satin sash that said âMiss Wool and Wheatâ. She kept on telling everyone how proud she was to have won the competition once again. No-one had the heart to tell her that the Harvest Festival pageant hadnât been run for the last forty years.
Sunshine gave the official welcome, reminding everyone that they would probably be dehydrated and have sunstroke by noon. Heâs such a gloomy-guts.
The Australia Day picnic race is an open race â you can ride anything that doesnâthave a motor, as long as itâs not a horse. Bikes are always popular. Davo and Gary Hartley both entered on their BMX bikes. Sammy Ferris, Lucyâs grandpa, had an old penny-farthing bike and little James Love was on his tricycle.
Mrs Murphy entered on Mr Murphy. Everyone was splitting their sides laughing because Mr Murphy is skinny as a bean pole and Mrs Murphy is quite round and jolly. Jed Murphy, Nedâs cousin, was visiting from the Blue Mountains, and he entered on his hang glider. Heâd been at the race track since 5 am assembling a tower so he could fly off at the start.
Sunshine had an antique beer-keg barrow with wooden wheels to push Miss McKenzie around in. Harry Wilson and his little sister, Dora, had a sheep each, with fantastic saddles their mum had made. Harry was wearing his flying goggles and Dora was dressed like a proper jockey in pink
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