good landscape pic of Waipapa and the trees.
Waipapa Point, Catlin Coast
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Winter Sunrise from our front door
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Winter Sunrise from our front door
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Albatross at our back door!
Carolyn’s fine work – a gift at Christmas 2006 ‘May the wind always flow beneath your wings’ and ‘ May the sun always shine upon your back’
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Albatross at our back door!
Carolyn’s fine work – a gift at Christmas 2006 ‘May the wind always flow beneath your wings’ and ‘ May the sun always shine upon your back’
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Life and Death on the Farm
LIFE AND DEATH ON THE FARM
Full of anticipation, the farmer chooses a black-handled knife from the kitchen and strides out of the back door.
His chosen victim sits quietly in the sun. It is in the bloom of youth, cells vibrating with life, body growing apace.
The shadow falls, the silver blade flashes and in an instant it is all over. An unheard scream echoes into eternity. Precious life fluids ooze uselessly into the bright sunshine.
‘Aah’, says the farmer, ‘you beauty’.
He lifts the body tenderly and bears it into the house.
He rinses it under the tap then places it on a wooden board.
He turns to his wife ‘Is there any more of that tasty home-made dressing to go with this nice crispy lettuce?’
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Where were you when the soup hit the boil?
Where were you when the soup hit the boil?
Can’t miss Helen Clark on telly,
It’s election time again.
Reheat the soup upon the cooker
–ads coming up, we’ll eat it then.
Such beautiful pumpkin soup
took hours to cook and puree
Thick and ploppy, bright-orange, lip-smacking…
Ignore at your peril when it’s on the way.
Didn’t even hear the bubbles
But my oh my when I saw the troubles
Pumpkin soup up to the ceiling
Splashed on walls kettle bench utensils breadbox radio heater floor
What a feeling.
Spent the next day cleaning.
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