I had lunch with a friend yesterday who is particularly stylish in her dress-sense. She always looks immaculate and I am sure could wear a hessian bag and make it look glamourous, whereas I could wear a hessian bag and it would look like ……… a hessian bag. However one fashion item I have never quite grasped is the over-sized handbag. What do people put in those things? When I go out I am lucky to remember my phone and wallet. However I do have a handbag of sorts, though it resides on the front of my quad bike:
Another of our drought strategies (other then turning the whole farm into a brewery), is pruning trees for cattle feed. This is Brian‘s job. He puts a ladder against a tree, climbs into the branches and chainsaws off some cow chow.
The wild olives and myalls make for standard food, but when a kurrajong is being lopped the cows come running. And when they come running they sometimes knock things over……… Continue reading
If you live on a farm there is a fair chance you may understand the following directive:
“Fill up the 5020 from the 44, then take that roll of No.8 out past the 66. You’ll need a 5/16th and your 410 but don’t take the dogs because there is 1080 about”.
I’ve been having a little fun this week with some great farming girls in a group with the unfortunate name of “Girls R Traders” (named by a man would you believe!). We’ve been collating the farming terms that are reduced to their barest abbreviations, which in many cases is purely a number. So if the above directive is all gibberish to you, read on for an exposé of farming by numbers.
This morning’s job was mustering cows and calves (and one bull) from a paddock of sorghum. The good season means the sorghum has grown well but it does make mustering a bit more of a challenge when you can’t see the animals. Best to take a lot of patience and a keen sense of hearing. A taller horse would help as well.
There are two bovines in this photo. I only know that because I was following them, but can you spot them? (Apologies for crappy mobile phone photography on moving equine).
I spent three hours on the quad bike yesterday looking for a bull. I bounced over a thousand rocks, bush-bashed through the scrub, negotiated gullies and trudged along ridges. My travels took me past some of the magnificent grasstrees (Xanthorrhoea species) that grow here on Rocky Springs.
Rocky Springs used to be a sheep property and as such we have a lovely old shearing shed. As Rocky Springs is now purely a cattle property the old shed is used for storage. I snapped this grainy shot on the mobile phone at day’s end today. And what did today’s work involve?
1. Back-up computer to avoid internet doomsday – check.
2. Fix electric fence – check.
3. Drive cattle truck to neighbours to pick up escapee cow and calf – check.
4. Draft cows and calves in our yards – check.
5. Cook lunch – check
6. Quick lap of farm in the ute to make sure water medicator was working – check.
7. Clean trough – check
8. Test electric fence with backside – ouch
9. Move mob of cattle under starlight with Bo – check
10. Join teleconference for girls trading cattle – check
11. Find warm bed – yes please………….
I won’t claim to be a photographer but some of you have been asking what I do all day. Today was stripping out an old fence, cursing barb wire, pulling star pickets out of the ground, zzzzzzzz; best part of the job was the drive home.
“Stark white ring-barked forests” -Dorothea Mackellar, My Country