When I was a kid my favourite teacher taught us a poem that struck a chord with me then and continues to do so today. I think of it every time I go bush. The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. … Continue reading My Country
We completed a whole section. (tired but pleased) Yay! And it's so pretty. Katrina joined us today. Tony put me to work rolling up more of the old fencing (insert bad words here) but Trina helped to organise the barbed wire and it ended up a lot neater this time. The cyclone mesh was loaded onto … Continue reading Re-Fencing
So tired. Today we had to get rid of an old fence, ready for tomorrow's fencing job. First, we started by cutting the fence away from the old posts and meticulously removing any loose wire (if cows eat the wire they can die) and the old posts, which took all morning and I was very … Continue reading De-Fencing
. . . has provided bathroom facilities away from the main house in case anyone is caught short. How kind. Knowing that women usually get the short straw when it comes to going to the bathroom in isolated areas, he has ensured that his are fresh and situated with a wonderful view, where we can … Continue reading The Thoughtful Farmer . . .
It's been a rough couple of days. There is a silage area that needs to be cleared of it's lining, which is long lengths of plastic. They were buried, but they've been lifted up and most of the dirt has been shaken off so now it's just a matter of rolling the plastic into manageable parcels, … Continue reading I Think I Got Cow Shit Up the Clacker
Not the good stuff but what is called Afghan or camel melon. It's a noxious weed that sucks water out of the ground and is a pain in the derriere. It's not native to Oz. It's believed to have been introduced from the sub-Saharan desert in the mid-1800s by the Afghan camel caravanners, either accidentally … Continue reading I’m Starting to Hate Watermelon.
I really, really want to say a very bad word right about now but I don’t know who’s reading this so instead I shall say goodness me! I am so very tired. Pooped, if you will. It’s day three at the Murray Bridge cattle stud and we’ve settled into a routine of: WakeUpEatWorkEatWorkEatWorkShowerEatSleep This is … Continue reading Eat, Work, Sleep