In New Zealand there is a woman named Caryl, and she is the most amazing massage therapist I have encountered. I was given an appointment with her as a gift after the 8 hours in LAX and 15 hours on a plane it took to get here. She told me about her land, where she lives with her partner, dog, and a bunch of farm animals. They have been in the process of building a strawbale house for about 5 years, are facing what seems like major loss of motivation, and have extended an invitation for Katie and I to come out and help with some construction. I recently spent an afternoon wandering around, nearly loosing an eye from both beaks and horns alike, admiring the outside bathroom where you have a lovely view of the sheep paddock from the tub, and taking a few pictures:
Chickens are called chooks down here, which is much more fun to say.
I was having fun harrassing these chooks through the wire fence, until they nearly started coming through it to kill me. Sorry, little guys.
A nice goat and a mean goat (the mean one is really just grumpy due to shedding):
The framework of the house-to-be:
The dogs playing (with some cow's gigantic femur) in front of the massage studio:
1 comment:
tormenting chooks. it keeps getting worse and worse. next thing i know you'll probably go help drill in ANWR.
-ham
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