Remember when John Denver sang that "life on the farm is kinda laid back."
I want to move to that farm.
We're missing a big dose of 'laid back' here at the moment. It's been a busy week ramping up the drought strategy trying to cope with hungry cows, poor horses and ever-mounting feed bills. Matthew put a new water trough in, in one of the furthest paddocks and we've pushed dry cattle out there where with molasses mix they will hold on for a good while yet. Cows and calves are currently being sorted and put in a closer paddock with access to both molasses mix and now also a feed-bin. Money, money, money!
I returned to the yards about smoko time, after taking one mob away, with the rich smell of molasses strongly in the air. I knew something was wrong immediately, and found the pipe out of the molasses tank had totally blown out, spewing thousands of dollars of molasses down the gully. We'd only had the tank filled last week, so was all but full. After sitting with head in hands for some time I got straight on the phone to the suppliers to find their mill quota has been filled, so now have to start the ring-around to find a supplier. I was to do molasses runs today, so cows will be hungry for a couple of weeks until we can find some more.
To top off a very disheartening day, the older girls and I found one of the oldest horses down, and had to put him down. It was a car full of sombre tear-streaked faces that returned home on dark. Bit hard to see a silver lining at the moment.
Tomorrow's another day.