It is in a box, sitting on the outdoor table, bloodied, body still writhing. I throw it over the houseyard fence for the birds to eat. I am working in the shed’s car port, building a picnic table. Peter is down at the main water tank, burying the overflow pipe. One of our dogs, Teddy, … Continue reading Teddy
An epilogue to the end of Jennifer: her mother, Hermione, presents little Jen-jen.
I live at 1300m above sea level on about 285 acres of mostly bush, about two kilometres off a rural road to near-nowhere in the Snowy Mountains. On three sides of our property we are similarly forested. We have all the flora and fauna advantages of a predominantly natural Australia landscape, but also quite a … Continue reading Jennifer