So, with the bally pig contained somewhere, as nobody now of course had a pig escaped during that night, and all the halfdead nuzzled out onions planted out, I am not altogether a very happy woman! My back feels as stiff as a ramrod, my face is fried like a half done steak by the hot sun, and my vocabulary had increased dramatically this passed few days! A woman can only take so much, and this woman had reached that stage, and from now on I will shoot every strange animal on my land! Ha-ha!!
But really, between the moles, the peacock, the pig and the cattle, I thought that things would from now on stabilize, as I am pretty accurate with my catapult, and the poor old peacock walks around keeping a wary eye out for any flying stones coming its way! Now a new hazard had appeared, and that hazard was Sheila's chickens! I do not worry about Danny's flock of small, midget like chickens that scratches around my veggie beds, but this things that Sheila had now aquired are like bally monsters, with huge red belle hanging from their ugly heads, and feet like a dinosaur's. On top of that they have shifty eyes, and when they come onto my property they kind of walk sideways, watching me warily through that cold round eyes!
But I soon showed them who was the boss around here, as I nearly had a fit when I looked out of the window and saw this troupe busily scratching between the onions, the ones that I had just replanted, and onions flying in all directions! I bellowed like a soul in torment, and ran for my catapult! Like a thief on a mission I skirted the house, and then made my way slowly to the clump of shrubs close to where the invaders were scratching and clooking merrilly! My first shot was one mighty fine one, and I saw the big red cocky cockerel take to the air like a fighter jet, while the other stood looking foolish, so I took aim, and my stone must have hit one of the others, as they all started cackling, and then stuck their necks out, and pulled their wings back, and legged it to the safety of Sheila's plot! I was furious! After two cups of strong coffee, I donned my working jeans, and started rescuing the poor onion plants for the second time!
The war against the mole are still going strong, and although Ronalee had two dead ones after feeding them chappies bubblegum, I had no such luck. I spent a whole morning lifting rocks to find the holes of this little critters, and stuck bubblegum into every one I found, but so far I had no luck! No dead mole to make me smile!

I was feeling so sad, as Jan had now decided to definitely move to Cape Town, as it was just too difficult with his work and the kids, as he had to go to Johannesburg a lot. As we have no other family close by, it does pose a problem when I am away.
So, every time he goes visiting Erna, a few boxes goes with, and I cried a wee bit! But that is life!