The sun is harsh: Trog and other Animals

Trog and Other Animals is a petmoir serial. If you want to start at the beginning go to Trog and Other Animal Pages for the links.

Mungo received his first letter after Christmas. My niece just had to rub it in that he wasn’t the best swimmer.

© irene waters 2013

© irene waters 2013

Time passed. We had a routine which became monotonous after a while. We discovered about ourselves that we enjoyed the planning stages and the implementation stages of a project but once it came to routine maintenance we would start to tire of it and become bored. This added to our isolation started to wear us both down. Rod would say ” I just can’t see myself spending the rest of my life mowing lawns three days a week.”

A couple of animal events alleviated our boredom for a time. One of Trog’s ears lost all it’s fur. We took her to the vet, fearful it was ringworm like my first cat only to discover that it was a cancer from the sun. Surgery was the only option. Her recovery was quick but she was now almost earless and most certainly lopsided.

© irene waters 2013

© irene waters 2013

The other was the birth of the cows. Luckily for us they all gave birth with no problems. We later found that birthing can be fraught with dangers and we wouldn’t have had a clue what to do had it happened to us.

Once born the calves were well hidden by their mothers and in the early stages of life were rarely seen. Due to the bull I took the safer course and used binoculars on a regular basis to locate them; sometimes this took a considerable length of time.

By now I needed more brain stimulation and when I saw the ideal job, a  haemodialysis nurse for a new community facility, advertised in the local paper I decided to apply.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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