though far from restful, peaceful and tranquil, was spent doing what we enjoy. Heading for Bottle Tree late Friday afternoon, first job Saturday morning was to run the horses.
All feeling full and fresh, their skylarking into the yards left Sarah a little dubious after a buster last ride. With Dad teed up to provide a warm-up session for Warrior, the rest of us set about saddling our mounts. A rather large cloud of dust and a cooee from Sarah told the tale of a tumbling horse and a dusted Dad.
With bulls to come out,
a last lap of branding to complete,
and fat cattle to be sent to the meatworks,
as well as some preg-testing, and the first cut of weaner steers to come off their mamas, it was a case of many hands make light work.
The kids really worked incredibly hard, and by mid-afternoon today were starting to show the strain, more than one dirty face streaked clean by the salty tears of desperate tiredness.
Not easily impressed, Dad gathered them in the kitchen at home this evening to tell them how proud he was of their efforts and that they would be paid for their weekend's toil, timely with our local show fast approaching.
For what better reward for hard work is a belly-full of fairy floss, a cap gun and a collection of show-bags to boot.