The Case of the Chewed-Up Chooks

Or, The Plight of the Hen-Pecked Hens

There’s something I didn’t mention in my rundown of the past week that I really ought to mention, because it has taken up a lot of time as well as mental space.

WARNING: While there are no pictures below the fold, the story itself is graphic.

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Villa Marti: Part 3

[Note: Corrections and additions made in bold, about eight hours after the original post– I had to check my work log and spend forever uploading pictures.]

It’s been a whole week since my last post, and we’ve been busy as all out! I’ll have a massive photo drop here soon, as soon as the 6 dozen or so photos upload, but I’ll do a quick rundown of the things I’ve been up to, and go a bit more in-depth about the things I wasn’t able to get photos of. (I probably won’t get to the accommodations post until just before I leave, but I’ll get there!)

Let’s see, last you heard, we’d hung the roof frame on the shade house, so that was last Monday. I’ll do a quick rundown of what we’ve accomplished on each day since, and I’ll follow up in the next post with photos where I note they’ll be attached.¬†[Pictures have been added to this post, instead! NOTE: IT IS VERY PICTURE-HEAVY BELOW THE FOLD.]

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Villa Marti: Part 1

(Note: This will be a short post, as I’m updating from my phone. More photos and stories to follow.)

I arrived at my first WWOOF host farm, Villa Marti in Mt. George, on Thursday afternoon. Tucked up in the Manning Valley, roughly halfway between Sydney and Brisbane, my hosts Chris and Graham have spent the past five or so years establishing a 125-acre homestead with bees, fruits, veggies, a polydactyl handful of chooks (Australian for chicken), and plenty of pastureland and projects.

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A Series of Photos with Little Commentary

I’ve spent the past couple of days wandering around Sydney, getting a couple good rambles in the suburbs to the north and west. I’ve had some delicious food, but the thing I’ve noticed most is that the residential architecture around here reminds me mostly, of all things, of New Orleans. So here’s a series of photos of the things I’ve seen over the past few days– starting with an afternoon wandering through the Royal Botanical Gardens, and an unphotographed lunch at the Sydney Opera House’s outdoor Charcuterie Bar.

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Sleeping in Sydney

I landed about an hour late yesterday, getting through customs and baggage claim at around noon local time, and headed straight to The Big Hostel. The fellow at the front desk was kind enough to check me in a bit early so I could head to my dorm room, and after calling my mum (brief plug for the loveliness that is Google Voice and the Hangouts Dialer) I hopped in the shower, hoping to feel human again shortly. I chatted with one of my roommates, a Brit who’s been in Oz for over a year now, and when she heard I was a beekeeper she tried to relate to me some place I should visit… which, as it turns out, were the Flow Hive¬†people, who I’ve already arranged to stay with later in this journey.

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