and a full complement of feed doing wonders for the soul.
Cool Winter days left Wallace wishing he's brought his jacket, as reminded.
Though he did remember the gun.
Sal kept a watchful eye,
as Dad ran horses.
These three dears caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, given a fright by the thundering horses behind them.
Horses came in looking a little wild and woolly with their winter coats in place.
Though obviously wintering well, as girths barely seemed to stretch around their midriffs. Kids also growing, with stirrup leathers having to be lengthened a hole or two.
These weaners not quite as heavy as their mates who came off two months ago,
a situation we hope to remedy as we work on reducing the calving window and have them all falling early. Sal caught up with her much loved pet heifer Helen,
when not working the crush.
With all calves taken off, we drafted the breeders into paddocks based on breed and type.
So we've now a paddock of blackies, a paddock of creamies,
as well as the larger paddock of reds and of course the precious grey stud paddocks. With plenty of heifers, as well as cows looking like this, it won't be long before we're brimming over with calves again.
Jess climbed a rung on the ladder of child labour this weekend,
given the stressful task of manning the headbail, where the boldest and bravest take their place. As well as a little height and a little strength, one must have a fairly thick skin. For if you happen to let one through you won't hear the end of it. Fortunately Jess made no such slip-ups.
I'm not quite sure what these ones were up to.
Tracking, by the looks.
We arrived home in the cold and dark last night. Unco-operative weaners not wanting to come off the truck. Not keen to experience the spear-grass environment perhaps.