Monday, 24 November 2014

I Love a Sunburnt Country ...


 ... said no grazier ... ever.


Australia is undeniably a harsh, dry country, though recent trips to Victoria have confirmed that Queensland is certainly moreso than the southern reaches.  And November, December are always hot and dry for us as we await the wet season.  We always hope to receive an early storm or two but their arrival certainly can't be relied upon.


Cows feeding calves at Bottle Tree are doing it a little tough, though in an attempt to create some space we were able to find a number of fat cows to offload over the weekend.  What is a real worry to us at the moment is water.  Last wet season's rainfall was well below average, and we ran absolutely no water into dams.  So now with a combination of shuffling and juggling we've moved all cattle off the Chabo mountain where dams are all but dry into a Bottle Tree paddock where they can water off a bore, in turn putting pressure on the limited grass that's there.


The mill in Back Bore Paddock needed some work before we moved cattle in.


Several new lengths of casing went down without too much in the way of marital disharmony on what was a scorching Summer's day.


We managed to convince the big fella that wearing a safety harness doesn't mean you're showing any signs of weakness or aging.  It just shows good sense.


It was nice to have a full crew on board for the weekend, the girls having spent more weekends in school this term than out.




Their efforts greatly appreciated, despite a few sibling hiccups along the way.  Temperatures in excess of 40 combined with a little stress can quite easily assist with hiccups.  


At 42 degrees when we headed off for lunch Saturday, I was grateful I'd thrown in an extra water bottle.  The twenty litres just saw us through the day.

The men folk measured dam levels in every paddock, unfortunately no great news anywhere.  Though it did make for some humorous photos.  I'll leave you with this little gem,


which hopefully I've cropped sufficiently to not get me in too much trouble.

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Oh Melbourne Town ...

... I think I like you.


The big fella and I've just returned from a weekend in Melbourne.  With more cattle embryo work scheduled for yesterday (Monday) to the capital's west, we decided to take the weekend off and slink into the cooling embrace of the deep south.  


We took in the sites, shopped and ate well.


It was wonderful.


Of course we also worked.
A 4 am start (3 o'clock Queensland time) yesterday to flush eleven cows and transfer some eighty-something embryos.


A good day.
We left Victoria's glorious eleven degree morning to land straight back into forty degrees in sunny Central Queensland.


My favourite part of flying being the luxury of daytime reading.
Currently working my way through Ms Gillard's memoirs.
That Kevin certainly was a problem.

Thursday, 13 November 2014

A Seachange

Not wishing our Texan visitor Alex to return to the States thinking Australia consisted of only flies, heat, dust and drought, yesterday we headed east.


Despite the usual rule of children only being granted absence from school in the presence of blood, fever, protruding bones or preferably a combination of all of the above, Wallace and Sally were yesterday granted leave.

After a hearty beachside breakfast, we travelled to Cooberrie Wildlife Sanctuary to take in some native Australian fauna ...















... and then back to the beach ...










It was a wonderful change of scenery. And a reminder of what beauty lies right on our doorstep.

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

On This Day ...


Alex (our Texan visitor) and I headed to Bottle Tree to pump water.

On this day we found new calves littering every paddock.


On this day, we found dam intruders we'd rather not have,


though some preferable to others.


Which has of course set in action a whole new sequence of events.  Thankfully this old darling was able to get her feet back under her and was gently manoeuvred to safer ground.  We'll be back tomorrow to check she hasn't re-entered the danger zone as they're prone to do.

On this day,


we were a little dismayed to see this smoke action coming from the neighbour's hills, awfully close to our boundary.

On this day we farewelled an amazing old friend.


Goodbye darling Wahoo.  And thank you.

On this day nineteen years ago ...


I had no clue.

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...