“An old lady had an Alderney cow, which she looked upon as a daughter. ....The whole town knew and kindly regarded Miss Betsy Barker's Alderney, therefore great was the sympathy and regret when, in an unguarded moment, the poor cow fell into a lime-pit. She moaned so loudly that she was soon heard and rescued; but meanwhile the poor beast had lost most of her hair and came out looking naked, cold and miserable, in a bare skin. Everybody pitied the animal, though a few could not restrain their smiles at her droll appearance. Miss Betsy Barker absolutely cried with sorrow and dismay; and it was said she thought of trying a bath of oil. This remedy, perhaps, was recommended by some one of the number whose advice she asked; but the proposal, if ever it was made, was knocked on the head by Captain Brown's decided "Get her a flannel waistcoat and flannel drawers, ma'am, if you wish to keep her alive, But my advice is, kill the poor creature at once."
Miss Betsy Barker dried her eyes, and thanked the Captain heartily; she set to work, and by-and-by all the town turned out to see the Alderney meekly going to her pasture, clad in dark grey flannel.I have watched her myself many a time. Do you ever see cows dressed in grey flannel in London?”
Elizabeth Gaskell, "Cranford"
Instead I decided that my technique this week should be something in Photoshop...I have been sadly neglecting my PS6, (or the Adobe Suite of tools), learning curve...so I dug into the photo EHD and found a photograph of one of our calves from a few years back and had a little play with some filters and other gadgets in Photoshop...just to see what I could come up with...
Sarah sent me some pics of their cat Pud this afternoon and I just have to share them...he is a darling chap now he has settled down to a domestic lifestyle and has stopped wandering and getting into fights resulting in vets bills...It seems he has taken to sleeping on the bird netting over one of her fallow apple box garden beds...
We even had a light snowfall overnight in the central highlands, not enough to really settle, but enough to see flakes blowing past the snow-cam on Mt Mawson! Tasmania always goes against the grain, whenever possible...Tasmania was called a litmus state in federal elections when I was a child, the term puzzled me but I see now that it must be something bigger than politics...we just like being contrary!
Well, that's the animal and weather edition for this week...
Bye,
Di