This morning on local
ABC radio, Ryk Goddard gave us all permission to whinge about the weather. Normally this is not good form, in Tasmania. Our weather is so very changeable and, at
times, challenging… Most of us pride ourselves on being True Tasmanians, able
to withstand hot, cold, wind,, rain, sleet, drizzle, storms and calm all within
a few hours.
But this month has
been…mildly ghastly, with the odd perfectly beautiful day.
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| Blue sky in Murray Street |
Katy and Jeff’s
chook pen has been colonised…
The chooks, still
young, and supposedly point-of-lay, haven’t actually been producing much in the
way of eggs at all. Just the odd very
small teenage effort.
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| New chook eggs on the left... |
At first none of
us suspected a thing…they just must be a bit delayed in their development. But…look closely under the straw in the nesting
box and – this might be the reason! A
young possum, more than likely intimidating the chooks and probably eating the
eggs!
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| Pink nose, beady eyes, big fat fluffy body! |
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