We killed pigs on the weekend.
A job that starts with a fire and bringing a large volume of water to suitable temperature for 'scalding' purposes. As we edge into Winter our country is becoming a much browner shade of green. As grass hays off we become mindful of fire-threats with exceptional summer rain providing us with a huge body of fuel in the form of drying paddocks.
Subsequently it was necessary for somebody to stand guard with the fire.
Jessie drew the short straw.
When I congratulated her on her level of responsibility and enquired how it became her job, she responded, she wasn't as quick as the other three at getting back to the house when Dad called for a volunteer.
So, alone, she sat in the back of the ute.
While the other three skylarked in the houseyard.
Steel took pity and put in a brief appearance.
Soon joined by effervescent Ruby