Nuwe navorsing oor die beste sterilisasie ouderdom vir honde.

http://www.plaastoe.co.za/veearts/item/371-nuwe-navorsing-oor-sterilisasie

Hoenders as troeteldiere.

http://www.plaastoe.co.za/veearts/item/379-die-hoenders-in

Toxoplasmosis

http://www.plaastoe.co.za/veearts/item/386-toxoplasmosis-in-humans-cats-and-sheep

High Flight by J.G. Magee

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of- wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of aie.
Up, up the long delirious burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew;
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Remember me ...........

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. By Mary Frye