Accidental Country Girl...

Or Accidental Farm Girl???

As you know I'm a townie. Much like the lovely Bron from Maxabella loves writes, we are country folk but we live on the main street and have all of the conveniences close to hand.
Farming on the other hand is a bit of a different story. My farmer is obviously a farmer and has shown me all of these roads that head out of town and not in the direction of Dubbo, hold on, there are more roads?? His parents still live on their family farm which I do enjoy heading out to most weekends. I get lost when we are heading to other friends houses and ask along the way, 'Who lives there?' 'What about there?' I know, I'm annoying (sorry I was born that way). The best thing about a country town? Everybody knows everything so I get my answers and my curiosity is fed. Most weekends we do head out to farms near us to visit our friends. Last weekend we headed to Ben and Katie's farm. I actually know where this is, it's on the Peak Hill road (another thing I love is that no one knows the street names, the streets head to a town and that is what the road is referred to) the farmer and I met at Tomingley Races which isn't far from the farm.

Out we went to the farm for some Sunday afternoon drinks. The horses needed to be fed, the race horse is in foul (for us city people that means its pregnant so needs special feed), Katie asked, have you driven a 4 wheeler before? Well actually Katie I have, when Dad had his farm (3 acres I'm sure is a farm, he had cows at one stage, horses at another and chickens) my uncle had a 4 wheeler for his kids to burn around in and yes I used to burn around too, so I hopped on the 4 wheeler and headed out to the back paddock with my farm hand Katie and feed. Luckily I didn't forget my camera.

I love now how my friends from the country know that I blog or even read it so when I do things like visit the farm they say to me, quick grab your camera, this will be great for your blog, or even I'm going to take a shot of you to put on your blog. Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually take pictures for my blog (as much as I love you guys too) I take pictures because I love taking pictures, but I like to think that these country friends enjoy the opportunity to show off their lifestyle to us city slickers. They have seen through my fresh city eyes and realise now that we don't know what they get up to, and see how exciting and fun it all is through me. I hope you are enjoying too because I originally did this blog for my city friends to see my adventures.

So after my photo shoot with the horses and lambies (how cute are they), Katie turned the camera on me (she is handy with one) and made me climb up on that hay bale but say hello to my new header (on the page for the country friends, headers remove the wheat grain during harvest for the city friends)). Then even with my morbid fear of birds they made me hold a chicken. Quite surprised their feet were so soft but the smile is fake and the real face is the last shot. Do you like the strategically placed Country Style? Love that mag.

Check this out, it is super cute. Just excuse the wind but you've gotta hear it.

Thanks for a great day out guys and I hope you enjoy the shots.

Love the Accidental Country Girl xxx.

The Chookies Got Evicted

I'm not a huge fan of birds and chickens. I think it stems back to my first primary school I attended, Mullaloo Heights Primary School. They had these big, big trees that magpies absolutely loved. Loved so much that when 'maggie season' was on you couldn't go anywhere without being swooped. I remember leaving year one and having to sprint to my parents. Every so often though, down I would go. One particular memory is of me running to my Dad's car, he obviously saw a magpie eyeing me off and started running straight toward me. He didn't get there in time and I was swooped, crying, grazed knee and all. So he picked me up and carried me to the car (I was only 5 by the way) and he kept a drop of my blood on his work boot for years before he got another pair. I wonder if he ever had memories of that day when he put his boot on in the morning?

Back to the story, not a fan of things flying close to my head. But my heart changed when I got to know the chooks. We had a great relationship because I would help feed and water them and they would produce me some eggs, umm win, win. There was even a day when Bella decided to let them out so she could eat their food and I had to somehow coax these birds back into their pen, they certainly preferred the free range life that's for sure. So they have provided entertainment too. Not so much for me, more for others!!

My housie and I rent so we don't get the final say in our lives, which kind of sucks but comes with the territory. Needless to say the chooks got kicked out. They had to move. The owners wouldn't let us keep them, on the plus side we get to keep Bella which would be a lot worse getting rid of (I'm secretly plotting to steal said Bella when my housie and me split).

Below is a photo shoot I did with the lovely ladies. I had just got my camera so forgive the 'snaps' but I knew they were having to go.

Hello ladies

Eggs, glorious eggs.

Check out this lil fancy pants.

Well the girls are gone, hopefully I'm not going to have to buy my eggs. I'll miss that bright yellow yolk. Soon enough I'll have my own!!

Love Kel.