Oh, this one's fun. I do like it when urban fantasy turns up in unexpected places, and a small farm is, by virtue of being rural, one of those places. Nonetheless, here we are, and the obsessive type of farmer illustrated here is deeply entertaining. An infant river deity turns up in a field, hailed by prophetic foxes? Well, the boy needs a home, and think what he could do for the soil matrix!

It's like Country Calendar but with gods. There was an episode on a couple of weeks ago about raising baby vines for vineyards. I don't think Dionysus is turning up in rural New Zealand any time soon, but you never know.