A sad day today, all our puppies flew out to their new homes. Bailey the only boy puppy and Bubbles (we did not name her) the smallest girl went to South Australia, which is over 2000 kilometers away.
Milly the other black and tan girl, to Hobart in Tasmania, which is roughly the same distance, except Milly had to fly over water, down to the bottom of Oz. When you look at a map of Australia, and you see that triangle island at the bottom, that is where she went.
All three arrived safe and sound we are happy to say, and their new families are very pleased.
So I arrived home to find that someone (my Meah more than likely) had found my pajamas, and had dragged them out in front of the fire... Tilly obviously thought it was a most appropriate place to curl up and rest.
Tilly's first official only puppy photo, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
She is a little lost this evening, and even Tatty (Mum) realises they are gone, they curled up together in front of the fire.
This young man arrived at 12.45am this morning, an only child. Seen here with his dam Jenny. She is the matron of the herd and has pulled up a lot better than she did last year. This was going to be her last year breeding, but she looks so good, we may just go again next year. We will play it by ear.
Our Jenny is an interesting doe. A top show doe in her younger days, and could probably still go our and show the younger one's a thing or two, but she has retired and lets her daughters do all the work now.
Jenny has a registered stud name, but didn't have a farm name until she was nearly two. She was a fat, pudgy child and teenager who never got any grain, always being referred to as The Fat Goatling. Come feed time she was tired in a corner, which is called being in the Jenny Craig paddock. Hence her name.
An Australian King Parrot.
Sun setting this afternoon, view from the front of the house.