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It's been an unexpected weekend. 

First: I didn't have to work Saturday, which was unexpected, and as a result of not working next weekend either I managed to swing into action and book the kitchen and place a dry goods order and secure a spot at the Gerringong markets for next Saturday! Exciting! We'll be selling Buena Vista Farm Bikkies including spiced Christmas trees, pastured eggs, and free range pork!!

Then we had a minor chicken drama. One of my Plymouth Rocks who has been sitting on eggs suddenly got off them. It's like she ran out of puff. Broody hens can sometimes have a tendency to not look after themselves, not get up to even have a drink, and with only about three or so days to go till her eggs were due to start hatching, she kinda conked out. I thought we might lose her, and she had mites right through the nest, probably due to her inactivity. We raced to a pet shop as the two nearby vets were both closed, picked up some mite dusting stuff and also fed her some whey. Very good for hens. She's looking a bit perkier, but had no interest at all in the eggs.

Meanwhile I tried to put another broody hen on them but she wouldn't have a bar of it, so I popped them in the incubtor. Tonight I thought I could hear a faint cheeping, but there are no cracked shells yet and I have a wildly overactive imagination. If any eggs survive that cooling down and then wiping down with a tea tree oil-soaked rag to kill the mites, collection into my hat and rolling into a just-turned-on incubator it'll be a miracle. 

And then while we were sitting having lunch today we heard the sound of a nasty car accident, right at the bottom of the driveway. We rushed out with a phone and were the first on the scene, and Dad and Adam, having attended many motor accidents with the rural fire service calmly swung into action. The motorcyclists travelling right behind one of the cars (thank goodness they weren't hit) called emergency and said it was a head on collision with one driver trapped. Dad directed traffic and Adam spoke calmly and reassuringly to the driver of the worst-affected car who had her legs trapped and was understandably very frightened and in shock. I've never been close to an accident quite like that and I was so deeply impressed by that man of mine, he was so calm, he checked whether she was on any medication, described what would happen when the SES arrived to cut her out, called her husband for her, held her hand and reassured her as the fire service arrived, the police, the ambulance and then the enormous rescue helicopter which landed in our front paddock. The impressive SES eventually cut her out of the car and she was taken away in the ambulance, not the chopper, which I'm told is a good sign. She's a local lady, not someone we know, and I'm saying a little prayer for her tonight that she makes a full recovery. 

You never know how long you have, do you. 

Some of these days which feel like years, while we're struggling with very small children and trying to be engaged, positive parents, and running a business and working and worrying about whether the bees will swarm before we have time to add another super to the hives… so much of it is just noise and all that really counts are relationships. Finding your own truth. Putting your hand on your heart and following it. 

Life's short. And choatic and blissful and changeable and inspiring and too much fun to miss. 

Hand on heart.

Follow it.

xxx

 

10 Comments on “grow like weeds

Bek Mc.
December 9, 2012 at 11:47 pm

Also praying for that lady tonight. It was pretty scary, huh? I was having a nana nap and heard all the sirens and the sound of the helicopter brought me out the front of my house. And I stressed so much when I saw it land on your farm. A lot. Also impressed by Adam! What a top bloke.

Lovely piccies too XX

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Philippa
December 10, 2012 at 12:04 am

Oh Fi, what a heart-stopping moment. And you are so right, life is so short and the only thing that really matters is squeezing as much happiness out of our time on Earth while we can. I hope all involved are ok xx

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alison@thisbloominglife
December 10, 2012 at 8:27 am

Thanks xxx (and hoping the lady is back on track in next to no time)

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Melissa Ostoja
December 10, 2012 at 11:39 am

That sound of the crash is just horrifying isn’t it? Then it’s even worse when you realise what caused it and have no idea what you are going to come across. I have a great respect for all our emergency services who face such scenes on a regular basis and help people when they are injured and vulnerable.

“so much of it is just noise and all that really counts are relationships. Finding your own truth. Putting your hand on your heart and following it.

Life’s short. And choatic and blissful and changeable and inspiring and too much fun to miss.

Hand on heart.

Follow it.”

THAT is the most profound thing I have heard in a long time… Thank you 🙂

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Fiona
December 10, 2012 at 11:49 am

We are also on chick watch. 2 of the kids camped out on sat and sun nights so as not to miss any of the action! love your recipes too

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Cassandra
December 10, 2012 at 2:06 pm

What beautiful sunshine-y pictures! and a good reminder about how precious life is.

I was in a nasty car accident 2 years ago. A beautiful souled woman came and wrapped a blanket from her car around me and hugged me as I started to go into shock, and although I have no memory of her face, her kind act made all the difference to me. Your men did a great job, and we would be lost without people like that.

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Melanie @ M&M
December 11, 2012 at 1:13 am

Goodness! So much drama and excitement. Blessings to you all, and I LOVE this:
so much of it is just noise and all that really counts are relationships. Finding your own truth. Putting your hand on your heart and following it.

Life’s short. And choatic and blissful and changeable and inspiring and too much fun to miss.

Hand on heart.

Follow it.

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Greg Twemlow
December 11, 2012 at 7:37 pm

“Life’s short. And chaotic and blissful and changeable and inspiring and too much fun to miss.”
Them mighty wise words right there , missy! (to be read in a deep south accent)
Love to you and Ads.
Greg
xx

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Jade
December 13, 2012 at 7:46 am

So true. Life IS short. But every minute is beautiful, awesome and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Great post.

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Amanda @ mammajoy
December 14, 2012 at 10:25 pm

Amen and amen. Wonderfully said. Hope those chicks survive the trauma xx

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