Tuesday, 23 July 2013

101 Border Collies

We've eight dogs in the Rock Wallaby plant at the moment.
That's a lot of meaty-bites.
A lot of whistling. 
A lot of poop.
And a whole lot of yelping, yapping, howling and barking EVERY. NIGHT.

This is Max.

He's a keeper.
Loyal.  Smart.  Obedient.

And handsome.
As I explained to my girls ...
husband material really.

Bronze is the smallest of the group.

Her behaviour's a little erratic.
In fact she's possibly a natural blonde.
And looking for a new home.

As is Buster.
The big, happy, black and white labrador.

Amy is probably the pick of the pups.
She was away enjoying quality time with Sal when these photos were taken.

So of the six pups born to Ruby and Fred Christmas Day, Jett and Biddy have already been placed, Bronze and Buster are leaving and Amy and Max staying.

Of course, the black and whites all play second fiddle to my beauty.

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

In this House...

... we don't really do football,

though it is on the television at the moment.
Third State of Origin.

During the first State of Origin game, Jess helped me create this new piece of wall-art.  With a computer print-out ruled into a grid, 

the freshly painted chalkboard was also ruled with gridlines and we set about copying square by square.  We did end up printing some special fonts from the computer and tracing, so not all free-hand.

What is missing from the sign

and probably should be present is:
we also do messy,
we do grumpy,
we do early mornings,
we do laundry,
lots and lots of dirty laundry.

Friday, 12 July 2013

A Somewhat Disjointed Recap

The children are settling back into school routine.

Sarah's evening calls home always a little longer this first week back.  

The younger three are actually relieved to be sleeping in a little later than they were allowed through holidays.

Jess has regained full use of her left arm.  A left jab at her brother seemingly no problem at all.

Weaning is officially over.  Steers trucked to their new home.  Heifers here at Rock Wallaby moved to their 'big kid' paddock with limited fuss.  Here now consists of Number 2 and Number 3 heifers as opposed to Number 1 and Number 2 heifers, the Number 1's having been backloaded to Bottle Tree where they'll become mamas later in the year.  Confusing.  Not so much as at Chabo where some of the paddocks are named numbers, so the Number 2 mickeys are in No. 3, and the Number 3 weaner bulls are in No. 2.  Got it?  Thankfully there are only breeders in No. 4.

My big brother's been with us this past week doing some dozer work.  Matthew's been away all week, so it's been nice having the extra company.  My kids love him.  As do I.  One day Jess will fully appreciate her brother as well.

I had a quick daytrip to Bottle Tree.

Those calves we left on their mums now look like they should have been weaned.

That's always the way.  We'll pull everything off in six weeks, to give mama cows time to get back in shape before their next baby arrives.

Matthew preg-tested 1200 cows last weekend.  No amount of in-wash Napisan seems to be helping with the stains.

This weekend we head back to Bottle Tree.  Hopefully we'll have all the cattle work up to date for a period of time then, and can start on some Rock Wallaby yard building.  Fun times ahead.

Monday, 1 July 2013

What Day is It?

Today was the third consecutive day we've left home in the dark to head for Bottle Tree.

Weaning is in progress and the days are full.  Though multi-tasking is said to be a woman's gift, the above photo is all I've managed these past days.  Wallace and Sally saw to righting that wrong today and plucked the camera from the car.

We normally NLIS tag our calves as we brand, though a slight miscommunication between the organising committee and procuring department saw us fall short last branding, resulting in an extra job this weaning.

With Dad somewhere in the Arcadia Valley drafting feeders, my team and I weighed, tagged

and trucked steers,

and then tagged heifers.

If only Steel's enthusiasm could be harnessed and used for good.

His self-training hopefully paying off at next year's dog jump at our local show.

I'm hopeful Wallace has no intentions of crossing the Grand Canyon on a tight-rope,

instead choosing to cast his eye over proceedings from a lofty height.

Tomorrow will be our first full day at home these holidays.  There's a bath to clean, floors to mop, washing to fold, lawns to mow.  Super holiday fun no doubt.  Wednesday we head to town for the removal of Jessie's plaster and some overdue hair trims, before heading back to Bottle Tree Thursday to wean these chubby stud calves

who will truck home Friday with the heifers.

A weekend full of preg-testing (not our own) will see the holidays come to an end.
Life's full.
And good.


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