They have a Nubian goat named Gretel who thinks she’s a dog, but then changes her mind and decides to be a horse, a menagerie of ducks (including one with suspected hip dysplasia), and a house full of bush rats.
I loved this book it is so delightfully funny, here is a titbit describing the drive home after purchasing ducks:
‘ Within minutes of waving goodbye to Victor, I discovered something about ducks that I never expected for such a tidy bird – when distressed, ducks excrete an inky, dark green slime that smells like rotting meat. Forget capsicum spray, carry a bottle of liquid Pekin poop in your handbag and any potential mugger will be laid flat. Six ducks all pooping slime simultaneously in a confined space was nauseating enough, but when they started to slap-dance the liquid fertiliser around the crate with their webbed feet, the effect was suffocating’
Wonderfully written and a joy to read, get lost in the journey as carol and Deb discover how to adapt to life on a Tasmanian hobby farm.
Read and enjoyed by Kerry