I’ve always been a country type of person. I love just about any animal but I’m particularly fond of horses and cows.
I’ve had dogs, cats, horses, cows, bobby calves, orphaned sheep, ducks and chickens, I even had a monkey when I lived in Penang, Malaysia for 2 years back in the dark ages of 1981! I was a wildlife shelter in Melbourne that took in kangaroo joeys, baby possums and any injured creature found. I was known for taking any little orphan to the ladies tennis on Wednesday, I was also known as the person who enjoyed the lunches more than the tennis.
I renovated a cottage on my property and put it on the holiday market, I continually had a little project underway, one always needs a project.
But there comes a time in the life of many that what was once a pleasure turns into a chore, that donning multi layers of winter gear and gum boots is no where near as much fun as it used to be. Sourcing hay in years of drought or mixing buckets of milk for calves or cleaning out chook yards stopped giving me a sense of achievement. The trouble was that I knew I didn’t want to do that any more but I had no idea what I wanted to do.