Only one puppy allowed entry, and even he disgraced himself mid-trip.
With horses run, and the second round of calves to brand it was a case of all men on board for a weekend of fun and frivolity, (excuse Sarah ... elected photographer).
I enjoyed what appears to have been my last ride on my beloved faithful old Bob, Sarah pulling him into her plant from this day forward.
In the cycle that is a mother's life in the bush, it seems I've now been relegated to the kid's pony, as children's riding ability improves.
Warrior on the right, Wallace's faithful steed Hero to the left, both came down from Mirtna in the north a couple of years back, both destined for the glue factory when a fortuitous turn of events saw them arrive at Rock Wallaby. Warrior is now my greatest ally, and after dealing with some troublesome weaners who decided yarding wasn't part of their Easter Sunday plan, I'm fairly happy with this turn of events. Despite a few cheeky "belly full of green grass" crow hops, I think we're going to get on just fine.
Green grass ...
leads to contented mamas, full udders and fat calves.
Some nearly too big for the cradle.
Kids were kept busy in what seems to have become their usual positions,
Of course, it isn't always about work.
Crawchie pots were thrown in a dam,
the results less than impressive with only one juvenile redclaw nabbed for an entire weekend's effort. Thankfully Nanny and Grandad's crabbing exploits far more successful over the past week in the mighty Fitzroy, providing us with a much appreciated mudcrab feast this past weekend.
With buffel grass still growing well, cows fat and calves blooming, we've postponed weaning another six weeks, hopefully coinciding with an upturn in the market ?!? (Fingers crossed).
A few stud calves did return home with us, destined for breaking in and perhaps a run at our forthcoming local show. An exciting two weeks of holidays in store.