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“Yep, Gretchen’s in labour. Bum down, facing uphill. She’s about to pop.” I follow June’s gaze. There’s Gretchen straining away on a hilly slope, the goat shed as liquorice allsort backdrop. We’re looking across...
“Yep, Gretchen’s in labour. Bum down, facing uphill. She’s about to pop.” I follow June’s gaze. There’s Gretchen straining away on a hilly slope, the goat shed as liquorice allsort backdrop. We’re looking across...
Gretchen’s there, in the heat of a stultifying nor’west, sitting, chewing her cud. June and I, there incidentally, in the cow paddock below. We’re putting poplar logs in a trailer to cart back to...
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