Despite one good fall of rain nearly a month ago, and a follow up 8mm a fortnight later, we are really starting to dry out on the Rock Farm. My last update was a bit chaotic as we took some ewes to the sale yards, and kept a close eye on Daisy.
The reason for the mad rush was that we were trying to get everything in hand for us to take a break away from the Rock Farm for the school holidays….
And just when you think you have it all sorted, you find the youngest and last calf in a paddock three fences from Mum. I was reluctant to interfere, so left him overnight to see if he could find his own way home. When he was still in the wrong paddock the following day, I knew we needed to take action.
The hound distracted him long enough for me to grab and sit on him. Then the boys brought down the old falcon ute and we gently picked him up and put him in the back of the ute. Somehow he managed to get one good kick in, just to remind me that he didn’t appreciate the undignified mode of transport. He got me good and proper – but I knew that I would get my revenge a few weeks later at marking time…
And then, to top it all off, the lambs were spotted in the neighbours place. After herding them back to our side of the fence and onwards to the yards, I requested a huge favour and asked friends if we could agist our lambs on their place for the duration of our holiday….
It was just what I needed to be doing after a night shift, catching lambs and putting them in the horse float for a quick dash down the road. But it was done. We held our breath and counted to ten… twice.
The following morning we left at the crack of dawn with fingers crossed…. and phones turned off!
Our destination was Tasmania via the Spirit of Tasmania. We enjoyed a wonderful break. The main activity was the 48km hike along the recently developed Three Capes Track in Tasmania. In a word it was spectacular. The scenery is staggeringly beautiful, with the rugged dolerite cliffs falling away to the ocean in places nearly 300 metres below. The quality of the track, the huts and the Rangers was an absolute credit to the people of Tasmanian Parks and Wildlife Service.
What was really wonderful, apart from the scenery was the time connecting with our family. Free from the other distractions and tasks that keep us busy, it took a few days for us to hit our groove, but it was so important to share this time.
But all too soon it was time to return home and retrieve our sheep, mark the last of our calves and get ready for returning to school. The cattle were happy to see me, and more than happy to follow me to a new paddock.
The lambs were corralled into the horse float. A hilarious exercise considering our friends had no yards. We parked carefully alongside a fence line, and with the aid of a couple of old farm gates as wings, we gently pushed the mob to the float. One ewe lamb kept trying to lead the rest of the mob around – but after breaking free once, we closed the net and loaded them up. A few minutes later they were unloaded at home in a secure paddock near the house. A huge thank you to Mark and Mel for answering our crisis call!
It has been a good experience for the lambs. This little paddock is close to the house, and the lambs have become very quiet. Now they have eaten most of the grass in it, we have started feeding them, and they are learning to follow a bucket. I am a huge fan of ‘bucket mustering’.
As it stands, we marked 12 calves, with a bonus calf born in December taking us to 13 out of 15 maiden heifers. We also have 13 lambs…. It is a good time on the Rock Farm….
We just need to get some chickens… but we are working on that too! More on the chook house redevelopment soon!