In 2012 I was pleased to report 2 inches of rain falling in October,
allowing a green tinge to fight its way through.
2011, though brown showed an abundance of dry feed,
not as apparent this year.
2010 showed tinges of green and tales of showers and storms.
And who could forget that annus horribilus that was 2009:
Which brings us to 2013.
Fine, dry and hot.
These Brangus heifers, awaiting flushing at the first sign of storms,
and this handful of spoilt destined-for-showing Brahmans, come racing towards you at the first sound of a vehicle, ever hopeful of a feed. With their head in a grain trough morning and afternoon, they've little to complain about.
These little No. 3 heifers though are finding the transition from Mama and Buffel to coastal living just a bit tough.
My running track has become a little unstable underfoot,
an ankle-rolling episode just waiting to unfold.
The only green spot in the area (and thus haven to every marsupial in the central region) is the lucerne paddock.
the half we baled this past Monday night clearly evident. Irrigation is again in full swing and hopefully we can cut this closer half in just a couple of weeks.
Monday night after dinner saw us all at the hay paddock. The big fella checked moisture levels (and talked on the phone). One has to wait for the dew to have come in to re-inject a little moisture back into the dried windrows of hay.
My night-time photography lacking a great deal of skill.
With Jess recovering from a nasty flu, she was relegated to the driver's seat, Wallace and Sally stacked the trailer as I threw on.
The younger kids stacking technique not as precisely honed as their older siblings.
But never mind kids ... remember ... practice makes perfect.
October 2013 weather report: awaiting rain.