The chooks are ever helpful. When I am loading mulch into the barrow, Daisy seems to think it is there just for her, so up she hops and proceeds to toss it off as she goes through it again, looking for tidbits. I put the sugar cane mulch in their yard, because they break it up nicely , in readiness for the beds. ( The beds by the way are pretty well all done, ready for the planting. Just one to go, and it still has the garlic growing.) I had a big job, moving rocks from the big rock heap onto the bottom of some of the slopey beds, in hope that when the water pours accross the yard in the great downpours we seem to get, it will not just wash everything off these beds, into the creek. We will see. Although the locals say it will be dry for the rest of the year, so what we mainly have is a drought. At least the grass is not growing. I have not mown the front lawn for weeks. We are gradually getting through the huge pile of compost we got from the dump. It still looks quite yummy. I hope the plants think so.
I also made a fireplace with the very big rocks, in the spot where I found remnants of old fires. Joe thinks that is the business. he put the fire out with a lemonade bottle.
The other picture is of the chooks drinking diluted worm wee, which they seem to love. Lets hope it does not hurt them.
With a lots of the bed preparation finished, and the new benchtop installed, I can get back to painting the kitchen. It will be marvellous when that is done. Then there is the big job of all the ceilings.