57 mm of glorious rain fell here on Friday. As well as making conditions rather wet,
we're also experiencing a little Winter-like frigidity.
Cold for us anyway.
As I lay in bed Friday night listening to rain on the roof, I felt for the organisers of our local campdraft, who did manage to continue with the draft, though not as pleasant as it could have been. I envisaged a weekend spent indoors, my husband had other ideas. With our next six weekends already pre-filled, much of that dependent on this weekend's weaning, we apparently needed to follow the plan.
The only detour from plan, the inclusion of gumboots. And with conditions less than perfect it was decided to leave the two youngest team members with Nanny and Grandad. Sometimes less really is more.
And so we headed to Bottle Tree,
emptied 48 mm from the guage, and weaned.
These two old dolls, destined for the meatworks, surprising us with these little gifts. Out of season calves,
We left Bottle Tree late this evening, a yard full of bellowing babies left behind. We return tomorrow to load trucks. These weaner steers,
having been counted by Sarah,
then weighed by Jessie, to be collected by their new owner tomorrow.
Their sisters will be loaded and brought back to Rock Wallaby.
The last paddock of stud breeders here to be back-loaded to Bottle Tree.
Rock Wallaby here-forth used to grow out heifers, handling dry cattle far better than wet.
And Bottle Tree will continue to delight us with these happy, sappy weaners.
An early cool start tomorrow.