Me and my gang weekended at Bottle Tree.
There were bulls to be taken out ... again. Not content with enjoying each other's masculine company over the Winter months, they wreaked havoc on fencelines and re-joined the girls. It keeps us on our toes.
See those two pesky black bulls in amongst the grey stud cows. Not meant to be there.
We caught up with some old cow-friends,
and contemplated weaning.
With calves nearly as big as their mamas, it's almost time.
With fences to mend, bulls to draft and one last little group of big calves to brand, we filled in the weekend.
We even found evidence of a rock slide on Mount Figtree,
pleased to have missed the actual event.
Mother's Day saw an amazing assortment of gifts and cards from my team,
This calendar from Sally explaining the extended absences each evening this past week as she locked herself in the office.
I love it.
Of course Mother's Day without two flat tyres and an extended walk may have been even better.
Special thanks to Nanny and Grandad for rescuing us.
Some weeks I'm pleased to see Monday come round.