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Tuesday, 30 October 2012

It's Good

People have a rather uncomplicated understanding of weather in the bush.
If it's hot, it's hot.
If it's dry, it's dry.
And if it's raining,


It's good.

Over two inches of rain this evening, as guessed from the kitchen window looking at rain guage in fading light.

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Weather Report


Only five mil of rain to report for the day here at RockWallaby.  23 at BottleTree though, where we chose to spend this Sunday.
Matthew and Wallace had headed up yonder yesterday to do the rounds.  Happening upon a mob of breeders with a dozen 'strangers' attached, they took the opportunity to yard them, including two speary-horned cleanskin mickeys, fresh from the mountains.  Whilst no photographic evidence exists, it would appear to me, that much like his fishing stories, they weren't near so big and scary in real life as the story painted over the dinner table last night.


These old darlings were walked back to their mountain paddock in the cold, wet rain.


Of course no Sunday would be complete without a little mechanical tinkering thrown in.
Quite the contrast from Saturday, when with the boys gone bush, and Sarah weekending at school, the two remaining girls cooled themselves with a little water-play.





Country in these parts has browned off considerably.  It's always much the same this time of year, extending you to your limits before the first storms of the season roll in.  


That little green patch visible in the middle is our irrigated lucerne paddock.  That pesky black dot in the centre is a Victorian Brangus heifer who has decided this paddock is the closest thing to her homeland in the area.  While her mates are showing signs of declining nutrition, she's doing surprisingly well.

What she doesn't realise is that if she's not careful she's going to find herself in the cold-room.

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

This and That

Just in case you were wondering ... we are still here.

With weather warming, this has been the breakfast of choice for some.


Hopefully the next couple of months will see frozen berries replaced by fresh mangoes, with these tiny little delights making an appearance.


Hot days have meant Sally comes home and waters the pigs of an afternoon.


In fact the only thing flourishing in the house yard at the moment is this old bougainvillea.


The bird has been sentenced to life on the verandah,  he's managed to scatter bird seed through most of the house.  Pleasing for the mice who have moved in as the rats departed, not so pleasant for she who doggedly tries to keep the place at least hygienic if not photo-shoot-ready.


The long-haired one came home from camp with a decidedly dotted appearance.


Even so, a grand adventure was had by all.

Wallace has been spending quality time with Marmaduke, next year's led steer.


Already, there's some murmuring that he should be kept as a pet, not sent to the processor.
This can only end badly.

The potted dwarf agapanthus are putting on a little show on the front steps.


The bore water coats them with white powder, thankfully they're a little tougher than the multitude of rose bushes killed by the same.


Speaking of killing, we've had a rather torrid time in the fish tank this past fortnight.  Palergeis remains victorious, the toughest fish in the world.  His fancier and far more expensive friends couldn't pull through.

Coupled with the heifer who had to be pulled deceased from a molasses trough, it was a rough time for all.

On a brighter note,


this little fellow was caught in the hay shed by our oldest wildlife warrior.  If he can survive the eagles, foxes, dingoes, myxomatosis and calicivirus, his future looks bright.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily...

Yesterday, for the first time in my parenting life, I joined the throngs of other Saturday-morn sporting mothers who hit the road to partake in a little oval/ring/pool/court/river-side action.


Sarah was involved in a "come and try rowing" day which obviously ticked all the boxes, as she's now a signed-up, fee-paying member.


I was happy to spend the half-day catching up with another boarder's parents who we have been friends with for many, many years and who I didn't expect to see there.


(I also didn't know these shots of me were on my camera, but may explain why when I pulled the camera out at Bottle Tree today to grab some action shots of bulls going out to work that  my battery was absolutely dead).


Despite taunts of crocs (which are often sighted in this river)


from her roguish siblings and father, Sarah absolutely loved it (and was determined to stay upright in the boat).


Grandad thinks if she remains focused and applies herself diligently ...


... we may all be off to Rio in four years.
No pressure ... I'm not a Soccer Mum.

Friday, 12 October 2012

Ten Observations

1.  That naming two posts 'Holidays Day 1' and 'Holidays Day 3' is not necessarily indicative of a continuing pattern of posting.


2.  That dropping your first born back to boarding school at the end of holidays is no easier in Term 4 than Terms 1, 2 or 3.  You may both sit quietly on her bed holding hands with tears streaming down your faces.


3.  That allowing your two middle children to pack their own bags entirely independently to go away on school camp means you will spend the entire week worrying about what they did and didn't pack.

4.  That your thirteen year old daughter having a fringe cut for the first time in her life means you will tire quickly of saying "get your hair out of your eyes".


5.  That no quantity of age-defying Oil of Olay will rewind the ageing process endured this week.
Seeing one's mother in a resuscitation cubicle of the Emergency department surrounded by doctors, tubes, machines and beeping is harrowing to say the least.

6.  That not blogging for several weeks will lead to concerned persons whom you may have never met, emailing concerned about your family's welfare.  Which is very touching.

7.  That having only one child at home is exceptionally ... quiet.

8.  That Robert Fulghum's book "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten" should be mandatory reading for any persons considering a future in politics.


9.  That tonight I'll be pleased to have my four children back under my roof.

10.  And that tomorrow's birthday in this household will be all the more joyous knowing everybody in both Matthew's and my family are currently well.

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