Our youngest daughter, Emma, mother of Ruby and Poppy May, as a child had a thing about horses. She was also a complete carnivore, who enjoyed nothing more for her breakfast, than sautéed kidneys, and bacon; and enjoyed a good roast lamb dinner, prepared and cooked by none other than her mother, normally referred to on these pages as the redoubtable War Office: when served up to her.
Must admit, the WO can do a better roast lamb than I.
Four or five years back, Emma saw the error of her ways, and became a vegetarian, like her sister, our eldest daughter, Sarah.
No longer do they relish my food, or their mothers roast.
Happily our son, Nathan Sebastian, still does. Indeed, he knows there’s lasagne on the table tonight, and I have a text message, telling me that he will “get some’ at 5.30, and that Biljana will be happy; Biljana loves meat.
What on earth is this bloke rambling on about now, you may well ask.
Emma as you know, along with her husband, Luke, and my two granddaughters has gone bush, sort of. They have about 6½ hectares (16 acres) of good land, up near Byron Bay on the north coast of New South Wales, and they inherited 2 goats.
They now have an increase in their family numbers; four calfs; sweet young animals that they rescued. Unfortunately they were not bred to supply milk in time, they are not destined for breeding, which doesn’t give them much of a future.
How Emma will handle the problem, when they become big. strong and docile is going to be a bit of a worry, and as for the girls……………………………
Thought you might like to see some pics of the girls with the calfs, and theres even a glimpse of Emma in one and just for good measure I threw in another of my two granddaughters from which you will note that the “Yellow Wellies” are no more
A few more pics just arrived 😀