Orphan Lambs

I’ve been hand-rearing a couple of lambs. One of the lambs is an orphan, the other rejected by its mother. They are cute looking little beasts, Merino/Suffolk crosses with black markings on their heads and legs. I’m going to give you the long version of how  I came to...

By what authority

Sometimes I feel like a rebellious child who just wants to do what I want, when I want and with whoever I want. I didn’t need Timothy Leary the famous figure of the counterculture of the 1960s who told us to “think for yourself and question authority”....

The ephemeral, the faint, the new and the everlasting.

I got up early the other morning to watch the meteor showers. A 5.00am start isn’t that much earlier than my usual wake up hour. I normally start stirring about 5.30am and listen to the ABC for half and hour, before getting on with my day. But getting up at 5.00am...

A picture tells…

You know you are getting old when you are introduced to someone who is in their thirties and you find yourself saying, “I knew your Father.” So it was when in one of my visits to Dhurringile Prison that I met such a young man, who I’ll call “Max” for the purposes of...

Thoughts on grief.

Grief is never what you expect it to be. Each death is different and gives rise to its own unique feelings and expressions. Each person who grieves does so from their own experiences and circumstances. There are tragic deaths, unexpected deaths, shocking deaths and...