tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39402567454490616752024-02-19T12:31:40.314+10:00I'm a kid from the sticksEnjoying life on the farm!by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-9414226727039062722010-10-02T14:06:00.000+10:002010-10-02T14:06:10.778+10:00Merlin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi07BrWpKKupCBf58g22rNrMrG9TlwOpCHhjtdvZHcKEYJsZUKvIvwS5wJ_8_xKoew8UO-rdjD2RS6YbVAiVCUcGNs3MTmajGIW1W-GutUYcfTMN5k3vZ5ITTbCLivfwYco1ifmnKZCn0/s1600/Merlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>For the past few years, once a year for I think about 1 term maybe 2, a program called <u><i>Merlin</i></u> comes on. For those who haven't seen or heard of it here is a short story about it. Once upon ... etc. there was a place called Camelot, where there were no guns, just swords and sheilds. There was also no electricity. Imagine a place where there were tall walls protecting the palace and the kings people, knights and guards walking around the perimeters of the palace at night and day, people trying to sell their foods infront of houses, an area for the knights... hang on getting too carried away here but can you get the picture? Well moving on to the part of the movie named<u><i> Merlin</i></u> where a boy named Merlin lives. Merlin is a boy around about the age of 15. Merlin had dark hair and had and guardian named Gaius for Merlin's parents were seperated. His father was off in hiding because he could talk to Dragons (for your imformation in this area in Camelot any kinds of magic was strictly forbidden) and in this case seeing as Dragons are magical creatures anyone who could talk to them had to face the punishment and have their heads cut off. While Merlins father was off in hiding his mother was in another town (I have no idea why). Anyway getting off track again... We have a calf named Merlin!by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-79629796225919168672010-04-12T10:06:00.003+10:002010-04-12T10:07:01.431+10:00Mrs Patient here...<br />
I am teaching myself how to use photoshop. I did this see through writing this morning on heading. How am I going BB?by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-77680975574891602352010-04-10T16:18:00.000+10:002010-04-10T16:18:24.753+10:00Christmas 2009<div style="text-align: center;">Hey I’m back! Two posts in two days is a record!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I am going to talk about last year’s Christmas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcG-1I2yOknGPxXHeFNZW0qOzhK2evs0FaprTyrGKpMuBKZMPShmYPZJu_LVclLldpmhrookT72qp4OcB-ZKO_P9RVu_p4aFLR_INrn-3l0xn3Y1piMMELn65YfMYdV2V05ruNtwSULQg/s1600/DSCF5585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcG-1I2yOknGPxXHeFNZW0qOzhK2evs0FaprTyrGKpMuBKZMPShmYPZJu_LVclLldpmhrookT72qp4OcB-ZKO_P9RVu_p4aFLR_INrn-3l0xn3Y1piMMELn65YfMYdV2V05ruNtwSULQg/s320/DSCF5585.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This is Mum's Christmas Tree. It is a gum tree branch wrapped in fairy lights.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, last year we had Christmas at our place, I had saw so many people I hadn’t seen for ages. We had cousins, uncles and aunts come from Brisbane, some came from Monto and some came from lots of other places. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Rosebud and Zoe couldn’t control themselves when it was the night when Santa came they almost went to sleep as soon as Mr Fun tucked them in.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That morning Zoe, the early bird, woke me up (which I don’t like) and told me that dad had gone to the cattle. Unfortunately Dad was feeding out over the Christmas as we had had no rain. We were allowed to open our stockings from Santa but we weren’t allowed to open presents from relatives. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I had got another book called "A Diary of a Whimpy Kid", a watch, a small handbag, scoobies and some Smiggle things like rubbers and pencils. </div><div style="text-align: center;">After breakfast and when everybody had woken up the adults handed out Secret Santa presents, and then they handed out presents to the children and other adults. </div><div style="text-align: center;">In the end I had the Santa things, sunglasses, a scribble diary, Rosebud, Zoe and I all shared Harry Potter Cluedo, and heaps more. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The night before everyone left we had a Christmas Concert where everyone had to make/play a skit, music or comedy piece and perform it in front of everyone. I played a song on the piano. </div><div style="text-align: center;">When everyone had left I asked mum if a few friends and family could come over on New Years night and while the parents played poker, the children could go outside, but little did I know that poker was so long it could go all night which it practically did! It stopped at about 3am and that’s no joke! When it finished I went to a friends house for a sleepover. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But a good time has got to end doesn’t it? </div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-12344665721536179242010-04-09T19:41:00.004+10:002010-04-10T16:20:07.259+10:00School Camp<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 14" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 14" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">Hey everybody! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">I’m so sorry I haven‘t been on my blog for a while, I have been either busy or away. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">I have had a busy Christmas, New Year, School Camp (from last year) Easter and holidays, <o:p></o:p></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">Last year my fellow 4’s,5’s,6’s and 7’s and I all went on a camp to Brisbane for a week. At one stage I thought that we would be driving there, man that would take a while, but then our teacher told us we would be flying and we all had to meet at Rockhampton Airport. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtX3m2KHvZDIxeTH1vA6Luq9nOqbw8SdZ0NXGS0maPCcW1k6KT3oGJHnvMFkV3SLwjmbcbdxq2KRzNC_jiuoBhT9LzGwDsRq7BcsUNlKHrpFLzHD4VcBDWw6gRyCM9OsvkCglsLzljyI/s1600/Image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtX3m2KHvZDIxeTH1vA6Luq9nOqbw8SdZ0NXGS0maPCcW1k6KT3oGJHnvMFkV3SLwjmbcbdxq2KRzNC_jiuoBhT9LzGwDsRq7BcsUNlKHrpFLzHD4VcBDWw6gRyCM9OsvkCglsLzljyI/s320/Image002.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">A few weeks later we were on the Jetstar plane and heading towards Brisbane. I sat next to some of my friends and we all shared our lollies for the trip. When we landing my legs were so, well, I felt like my legs didn’t know how to walk. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">The first thing we did was go on two buses and head towards the place where we are going to sleep. It was beautiful! In my cabin I had three of my friends in with me and our teacher aide was in with us as well. Once we had settled in and had set up our beds we set off again heading to the Botanical gardens. One by one we went to different places like the Old Parliament House, the Police Museum, Laser Force, Sea World and <u>much</u> more, and by the way we didn’t do all that in one day or in order. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98YZaL3tFQTSjFi-zQ2PohzSSojdZmRhXVwyW6LDIFIzitx4J26La9MFlc2cghSZv0MlEiEonSsJfU4t1B9m7MonTKRoo2i0vioSV_D1QHbmRRRZXHwnsPi63d4lqKHt-giyNUIDKhRA/s1600/camp01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98YZaL3tFQTSjFi-zQ2PohzSSojdZmRhXVwyW6LDIFIzitx4J26La9MFlc2cghSZv0MlEiEonSsJfU4t1B9m7MonTKRoo2i0vioSV_D1QHbmRRRZXHwnsPi63d4lqKHt-giyNUIDKhRA/s320/camp01.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"> My f riends.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;">Then on Friday the last day of camp we packed up and put everyone’s bags together so we are ready when we got back from Sea world. When we got back we jumped into the buses and stopped in the Brisbane Airport, in the Virgin Blue plane I felt a lot safer for some reason I don’t know but I did. I was glad to see Mrs Patient and Rosebud there waiting for me. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="http://www.laserforce.com.au/gallery/brisbane-arena">Laser Force website</a></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="http://seaworld.myfun.com.au/">SeaWorld website</a></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="http://queenslandhistory.org.au/Schools.html">Convict Brisbane</a></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="http://www.police.qld.gov.au/aboutus/facilities/museum/default.htm">Police Museum</a></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="http://www.brisbanelookout.com/">Mt Coot-tha Lookout</a></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.southbank.qm.qld.gov.au/"><o:p>Queensland Museum</o:p></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="http://www.visitsouthbank.com.au/">Southbank, Brisbane</a></o:p></div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-37609875487587373002009-10-13T09:20:00.001+10:002009-10-13T11:48:22.418+10:00ZoeMrs patient here. <b>We have a new puppy!</b><br />
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I found Zoe in the pound and thought I could give her a new life at our home with three girls who would spoil her rotten. She is a 16 week old Foxy Cross and so far has been absolutely perfect. I would also like to add she is better at keeping the cattle out of my house yard then Sid, the Border Collie, is. <br />
She only barks when there is something unusual going on which is great for a small dog. She remains outside and so far have resisted to let her become an inside dog much to the requests of the girls.<br />
Sid is still getting used to her. The first day we came home she would not let him in the garage. But now they are becoming great mates.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Zoe saying" Come on Sid, I know you like me!"</b></i><br />
</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-74297382039161308192009-10-01T12:00:00.001+10:002009-10-01T12:02:00.764+10:00Smithy and Jonesy<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We used to have a white cat named Alby (Albino). Mum picked her up as a kitten and was told it was male but turned out to be female!!!! Anyway Alby ended up having 4 kittens and they were all ginger males. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Two of my friends took two and we ended up keeping two We named them Smithy and Jonesy. Alby had a lot of health problems and ended up dying. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">They are beautiful cats but sleep all day in the same spot. Smithy is the fat one and just sleeps and eats. He has a ginger face. Jonesy is the hunter and is thinner and sometimes vanishes for days on end only to reapear very skinny and hungry. They sometimes sleep together, they lick each other and generally are great mates. <br />
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</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-51547140123415958842009-10-01T11:34:00.003+10:002009-10-01T20:33:49.931+10:00Down at the creek<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Down in one of our paddocks (Hima, named after a Bull) there is a long creek. Rosebud, Zoe and I love to go down there because of lots of reasons. It is adventurous, has lots of amazing things made out of nature and last but not least we have a cubby house there! Al l it is, is a tree with its roots exposed. We have made a roof out of long sticks and dead leaves and little branches, and it’s looking good. We have shelves to put stuff in like bones, we even have a lizard skeleton. There is also a slide, meeting room and announcement place. It is a huge creek and we decided to name parts of it. For example, Rocky Air, Sahara Desert and Open Season. It is now school holidays and the other day I had a friend over and we stayed there for about 3 hours just playing and having a picnic. It was so much fun.</span><br />
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</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-21918044950514157162009-09-22T16:02:00.008+10:002009-09-22T19:05:57.003+10:00Polly, Licky and MaltyMalty is last year’s poddy calf and still hangs around the house. Mr Fun did have her in another paddock but had to bring that mob up to the yards. On the way one of the other heifers hurt her leg so Mr Fun left Malty behind to keep the injured heifer company. She was then moved into house paddock with the injured heifer were she has remained ever since.<br />
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A few weeks later sadly a cow died giving birth so Mr Fun had to go out and catch her calf. When he brought her home we decided to name her Liquorice because she was all black. When Liquorice was old enough to eat grass she started to eat Mrs Patient’s garden, so Mrs Patient shut her out of the house yard and made her go out where the other cows were and make friends with other calves. When it was time to give Licky her afternoon feed she came home with Malty - we figured they were friends. Then Licky was too old to stay here so yesterday we moved her and Malty to the yards with another cow that is sick.<br />
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</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-38381005602565976802009-09-10T17:26:00.002+10:002009-09-10T18:16:06.579+10:00Tess 2005 -2009<div style="text-align: center;">It is Mrs Patient here again with some sad news that our lovely dog Tess passed away yesterday from a brown snake bite. By the time we found her it was too late for the vet so we nursed her the best we could. I really miss seeing her out my kitchen window, at my feet when I'm in the garden and sleeping in her little kennel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She was an irreplacable dog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sQRih5sMpuPwg8yjVRJXwY-pNVeW2RkbtitfSIhyGKVhtCAUV10ZiqPuPAM5Rl860Hoc8NI7DBWcRo_1EN3pz3rTO03IwRJwxqPRQyZj2wqavu61R9rsz0sDM92yhoCI80c5lwYi84c/s1600-h/DSCF4717a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9sQRih5sMpuPwg8yjVRJXwY-pNVeW2RkbtitfSIhyGKVhtCAUV10ZiqPuPAM5Rl860Hoc8NI7DBWcRo_1EN3pz3rTO03IwRJwxqPRQyZj2wqavu61R9rsz0sDM92yhoCI80c5lwYi84c/s320/DSCF4717a.jpg" /></a></div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-14005416572535879012009-09-06T16:05:00.002+10:002009-10-01T11:36:27.302+10:00Puppies<div style="text-align: center;">This year our dog Tess had a litter of pups, 5 of them.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We named them all by the markings on them. Three of them were girls and two were boys. One boy was called Arrow because on the back of his neck there was a little arrow on it, and the secound one was originally called lighting McQueen because he had a lighting bolt on his neck too but the people who wanted to collect him wanted to call him Cody so we started calling him that.<br />
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</b></i><div style="text-align: center;">Now for the girls. One was Jess because she was a copy of her mum Tess and because it rhymes, another girl was called Snowy because she was basically covered in white, then last but not least there was Misty my favourite girl she was named "Misty" because she had a swirl on her forehead. When the puppies were about 5 weeks old we put up a giveaway poster in our local shopping centre. When the puppies were 6 weeks old they were all gone. Tess won't be having anymore pups now.<br />
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</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-60398853983128134322009-09-06T13:41:00.002+10:002009-09-28T19:53:55.532+10:00Tess<div style="text-align: left;">Hello! My name is apparently Mrs Patient and I am the mother of the author. I agreed with the name after I said no to Mrs Doasyouaretold and Mrs Notsofun! Someone has to set the rules!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I would like to tell you about my dog TESS.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tess is about 4 years old and is part Border Collie and part Kelpie/Cattle Dog cross. The best dog you could ask for. She loves Queen B, Rosebud and Zoe and follows them everywhere. However I am no-one when Mr Fun is around no matter how much food I hide in my pocket. Tess is a great snake catcher so I send her off with the kids when they are on their bikes or walking to Grandma's house.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was Tess after Rosebud covered her in Paw Paw leaves and told her to stay. Very patient dog!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tess had her first litter of pups this year but I will let Queen B tell you that story later.<br />
</div>by Kid From The Stickshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119762058467693161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3940256745449061675.post-48300342144801350282009-09-06T13:08:00.003+10:002009-10-01T16:03:58.298+10:00SID<div style="text-align: left;">About 2 years ago our neighbour brought up a puppie for us. He is the dog in the title photo with the calf. Sid is a Border Collie so that makes him very active. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sometimes we think he will never grow up. Sid thinks he is soooo brave but when he actually gets to a cow all he does is growl and run off. I have so many SID stories to share with you...stay tuned!<br />
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</div>206 is a cow. We are now in the calving season and everyday we go out and see if any cows are in need of help, but normally we just check on them and give them hay. I like to visit my favourite cow <i>206</i>. She’s a beauty! But boy is she a gobble dock! <i> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><i>206</i> is very quiet you can even pat her, basically everywhere. Whenever <i>206</i> has a calf, all she does is has it, and then leaves it. So, when ever she gets close to calving, we have to put her in the yards and keep a close eye on her. We like to name her calves and so far <i>206</i> has had two calves. The first one was a boy and we named him<i> Patch</i> because he had a patch on his forehead, and the second one was a girl and we named her <i>Christine</i> I don’t know why but we did.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;">The other day Mrs Patient was not so patient!!! Someone left the gate open and 206 came in and ate some of the lucerne mulch from Mrs Patient's roses. <br />
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