while the younger two offsided at the yards
as we preg-tested the heifers we implanted embryos in some five weeks back.
Whilst results weren't stellar, they were average. It must be remembered that super-ovulating a donor, fertilising her many eggs, extracting them and then placing them in other heifers is a far from natural process. So we shall be content with our fifty percent result this round.
With heifers back to paddock, we set about dropping these bundles of joy along the boundary line.
A ton of weekend fun there to be sure.
The fenceline in some of the rougher country on Rock Wallaby quickly christened by Wallace the Kokoda Fence.
Fairly plain to see why steel pickets were opted for, rather than trying to dig post holes in the rocky terrain.
With one wire run, it was then a case of standing the steelies against the line, no need for sighting, a task I don't particularly enjoy.
With a generator on board, the electric driver made fairly quick work of the job.
By comparison to them being hand driven at least. Though the generator didn't like the ups and downs of the landscape and stopped at the mere hint of an incline or decline. A little inconvenient in what is definitely not a flat paddock.
Smoko was possibly the highlight of the day,
though we were surprised to find that phone coverage existed out yonder.
With the cattle market taking a little downward turn, people are eager to talk business. Rain in the north and west much needed to alleviate the flood of cattle currently hitting the market.
As shadows grew longer, wire became sharper, steelies heavier and a mother more relieved to see the end in sight. Bring on Easter, cow work is so much more fun.