The gumboots are sacred. They are worn on the Mad Bush Farmer's stinky sock covered (rather boney) feet. They prevent the Terrorists clompers from turning the boney feet to mush. They keep the feet dry, warm and they don't leak. These gumboots are supposed to be left just inside the door...
Even the idiot farm dog knows those sacred gumboots after use, are not for his teeth to chew upon. And why is he giving that look then? BECAUSE the stupid idiot Mad Bush Farmer person in her moment of um...being forgetful, did something REALLY DUMB!.
And left them outside on the doorstep, because the darned phone was ringing. Result = Gumboots are no longer sacred. They made good chewing devices for shrunken fat small horse named Tempest. Small fat horse 100 Mad Bush Farmer FAIL.
Michelle her pet day calf at Wes and Sheryl's place last July.
Inaya taking time out to say hi to one of the calves Wes had brought in
The milk room in the dairy shed
Calves trying to figure which was the right place to get a drink
The long shadows of a winter's evening creeping towards Pukearoa
Three little pink piglets getting a share of their evening milk out of the calf vat
The old walk through milking shed and the barns
Kids on the gate watching the cows head back to the paddock
Old trees covered in lichen waiting for spring to return
Afternoon milking in the shed
Fights over feed bins