Farmers are a stoic breed, used to the dry spells that characterise their profession and determine their future, and the weather is never far from their minds.
How are you? “Yeah, not bad. Could use a drop of rain though.”
What have you been doing? “Ah, not a lot. Dry innit?
How are the cattle faring? “Pretty good. Wouldn’t mind some green tucker.”
And what about the grass? “Dryin’ off. Nothin’ two inches of rain wouldn’t fix.”
They talk little about the drought that most always stalks them.