... said no grazier ... ever.
Cows feeding calves at Bottle Tree are doing it a little tough, though in an attempt to create some space we were able to find a number of fat cows to offload over the weekend. What is a real worry to us at the moment is water. Last wet season's rainfall was well below average, and we ran absolutely no water into dams. So now with a combination of shuffling and juggling we've moved all cattle off the Chabo mountain where dams are all but dry into a Bottle Tree paddock where they can water off a bore, in turn putting pressure on the limited grass that's there.
The mill in Back Bore Paddock needed some work before we moved cattle in.
Several new lengths of casing went down without too much in the way of marital disharmony on what was a scorching Summer's day.
We managed to convince the big fella that wearing a safety harness doesn't mean you're showing any signs of weakness or aging. It just shows good sense.
It was nice to have a full crew on board for the weekend, the girls having spent more weekends in school this term than out.
Their efforts greatly appreciated, despite a few sibling hiccups along the way. Temperatures in excess of 40 combined with a little stress can quite easily assist with hiccups.
At 42 degrees when we headed off for lunch Saturday, I was grateful I'd thrown in an extra water bottle. The twenty litres just saw us through the day.
The men folk measured dam levels in every paddock, unfortunately no great news anywhere. Though it did make for some humorous photos. I'll leave you with this little gem,
which hopefully I've cropped sufficiently to not get me in too much trouble.