Firstly the kids, always at their hungriest at this time of day.
And then the animals.
Fat black Opal, my milker's calf, the only calf not in the weaner yard.
Unlike these youngsters, still mournfully searching for Mama.
These bad boys being prepared for the Brahman Week sale in early October,
if not sold beforehand (fingers crossed).
While Wallace remained home on this occasion to chop wood, these girls worked hard
We really can't complain about our Winters when this is usual afternoon attire, can we?
Heading back for home,
pigs are waiting for dinner
kicking up a ruckus that needs to be heard to be believed.
We often break for refreshments at this stage,
still enjoying mandarins off the young tree near the pig pen.
Dogs are put away for the night,
another batch of sorghum boiled for the pigs,
With everybody fed, we head back to the house, in time to grab some washing off the line before moving inside for preparation of the next meal.