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The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

Pamela Hansford Johnson

Decades ago, learning watercolours at Radford College, a recurring image of mountains featured in many (admittedly very poorly executed) paintings.  Here we are years later and the outlook from Charis looks decidedly familiar!  Very spooky weirdness...

Call the X-Files!

Meanwhile back on the farm, while we are all glued to the opiate that is "Australia's fattest dancing chef ™ (season 11)", an age old formula for political success, our masters have been skulking away doing weirdo trade deals that no doubt secure their future, er...sorry the future of the country.

Unlike the nearly dead TPP, the machinations of this new deal are not open to groups outside of business, because of course they know how to run the ecomoni real good <heavy sigh>.  Anyhoo as a counter to all of this impending financial mayhem, we have been carefully negotiating the food/egg exchange rate with hens.  The current rate is a half bowl of chopped vegie off-cuts for one egg...

Mmmm...better deal for them we think!

This is a very good deal for the girls, but we are hoping that now the girls know how to lay eggs, the exchange rate will eventually tip more into our favour.  Maybe we could get smoking Joe to stop double dipping for a few weeks and negotiate a better deal for us?  He had a few successful budgets passed didn't he?  Joe??