East Coast Low good for the garden

Yesterday was bloody cold. So cold that Steve and I looked like the lads from Brokeback Mountain as we strolled down the main street of Kyogle with our heavy coats. It warmed up a bit by midday but it was certainly different weatherely-speaking from the past week or so. The east coast low must have parked itself off the coast adjacent to us last night because we received 35mm overnight and it's been raining pretty much off and on all day today. Now, this is great news, especially for The Boys, who will be soon munching on freshly grown grass of a suitable length for them to wrap their leathery tongues around.

Dexter managed to push his way out through the fence into the house paddock yesterday afternoon and was cutting a bovine swathe through one of the gardens when I realised he was out. A 'biscuit' of lucerne soon had him slobbering behind me and back into the paddock, and then Steve and I fastened 'wallaby mesh' to the fenceline in question, which has brought a halt to his wanderlust.