Spare weekends at the moment are focussed on jobs at Rock Wallaby which will allow her to better meet the market next year. House painting, tree clearing, lucerne growing, noxious weed spraying all part of the fun to be had.
This weekend, the task at hand involved cutting timber for yard improvements. Matthew and I had made a start last Sunday sans children. With Sarah's friend visiting, we thought it best to avoid dropping trees. That's one phone call you don't want to make.
With Sarah in Townsville for a rowing regatta, it was up to the three remaining to lift.
And lift they did. Yesterday, with only Wallace accompanying us he'd been left in charge of the tape measure. Asking me if I thought him strong enough to have a go at barking, I'd immediately replied that no, he was too young. With my back turned, Matthew took no time thrusting a crowbar into his hand.
A prouder boy you've never seen.
The job of barking timber can be a rather torturous one, with bark having to be chipped away. Fortunately for us, with several good seasons behind us and plenty of moisture still flowing through these trees, these babies peeled like bananas.
Particularly good for the novices.
And not such a bad thing for the oldies.