Blue Hills
It’s Sunday morning and we are heading for the hills. We live in a valley surrounded by our own blue hills, layers of different blues that change as the sun moves across the sky. ...
Moving Day
David has mended the leaky poly pipe and the blue float, so now it is time to try and move the cows. Without the help of any dogs sadly. We bump along the weedy track to the highest point on our ...
Sunday…Day of rest
The day begins like most others; I blend my morning walk with some light mustering, moving a cow and calf and a heifer and her twins further down the road. They have been found hidden away in a ...
The Smell of Death
Not a pleasant topic.But a reality as each day dawns, with blue skies, fluffy white clouds and no rain, not a drop. Our rainfall for 2017 was 400mm, about half of our average so despite all the ...
Drought
It’s as dry as a chip. Basically no water from above, none in the ground and none below. No rain since March and none on the horizon. But we farmers are an optimistic lot. We are cheered by ...
This rural life
At times, I forget that my life is quite different to many others. But sitting at my computer I glanced out the window to see a fat black cow galumphing around my garden. Someone had not shut the ...