Can you see the love?
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Bit o' Fencin'
Yeah, I just went out onto the spread one day and decided to fence the crop so as to keep the stock out mate! Yeah, we farmers have to do that sometimes. Got meself some fence posts and fencin' wire and went to work with me tools. Yeah, it was a hot day and stuff but you know, it has to get done. Growin' herbs see and the geese have taken a likin' to 'em and the bloody dog seems to think it makes a great poo factory. Yep, gotta' handle these situations on acreage you know.
Home with Character
A very rustic looking bit of fencing yes? Just bristling with character. But there is more to this fence post then meets the eye.
Every year in this particular post there is a clutch of eggs from a pair of eastern rosellas. We saw these on the way up the hill to get the Christmas Tree From Hell. I hope they are viable eggs. I will check them again for chicks and hopefully photograph them.
The Christmas Tree From Hell....apparently
I knew to take my camera with us when going to chop down the Christmas tree from our paddock. The Lovely Husband was at work and it was down to the teens and me! I could not find a saw in the shed. What I did find was a blunt axe, a rusty cane cutter and a long handled tree lopper. None of which were suitable for the job but I just like to think that ingenuity will win.
We had to approach the trees from our neighbours paddock (because our grass is as tall as us) and climb through the barbed wire fence. So far so good. One reluctant 17 year old male teen and a happy go lucky 14 year old teen female and myself climb through the fence with aforementioned tools and argue over which tree to pick. I, of course, want the tallest one but the teens want a medium sized one. Yeah right. I win argument as is appropriate.
The Young Negotiator (17yo) has a wallop with the blunt axe first. These majestic yet weed classified pine trees are a soft wood and should cut down easily. The blunt axe chips the bark. I advise we change tools but the Young Negotiator and the Dynamic Daughter must have some unresolved issues with pine trees and continue to hack at the poor thing and only achieving a scarring of the bark.
When their energy is spent I begin with the long handled tree lopper which does cut it but you have to stand back to allow for the handle. We take turns and then it is time to drag the ancient pine (probably 4 years old) up the hill to barbed wire fence. Holy Cow this is one heavy bugger!
Comically we manage the tree and tools through the fence when I decide to go back for a smaller tree for the Old Cheeses (my parents). Groans all round but I do it anyway. The three of us take turns dragging this huge and ravaged tree down the hill again and into the lounge room only to have it fall over as it is too tall for our 10ft ceiling.
To a chorus of "I told you so" the teens complain (17yo) and laugh (14yo) and I send them back outside to hack off the bottom quarter of the tree. Now it fits but is precariously top heavy in our tree stand. It has been decorated with care and I am sure a few complaints.
We had to approach the trees from our neighbours paddock (because our grass is as tall as us) and climb through the barbed wire fence. So far so good. One reluctant 17 year old male teen and a happy go lucky 14 year old teen female and myself climb through the fence with aforementioned tools and argue over which tree to pick. I, of course, want the tallest one but the teens want a medium sized one. Yeah right. I win argument as is appropriate.
The Young Negotiator (17yo) has a wallop with the blunt axe first. These majestic yet weed classified pine trees are a soft wood and should cut down easily. The blunt axe chips the bark. I advise we change tools but the Young Negotiator and the Dynamic Daughter must have some unresolved issues with pine trees and continue to hack at the poor thing and only achieving a scarring of the bark.
When their energy is spent I begin with the long handled tree lopper which does cut it but you have to stand back to allow for the handle. We take turns and then it is time to drag the ancient pine (probably 4 years old) up the hill to barbed wire fence. Holy Cow this is one heavy bugger!
Comically we manage the tree and tools through the fence when I decide to go back for a smaller tree for the Old Cheeses (my parents). Groans all round but I do it anyway. The three of us take turns dragging this huge and ravaged tree down the hill again and into the lounge room only to have it fall over as it is too tall for our 10ft ceiling.
To a chorus of "I told you so" the teens complain (17yo) and laugh (14yo) and I send them back outside to hack off the bottom quarter of the tree. Now it fits but is precariously top heavy in our tree stand. It has been decorated with care and I am sure a few complaints.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
De-Goose the Yard
I have sold the remaining four goslings. They went to a nice man who was not going to eat them. He has a dam and was planning on training them for weed control. I hope he realises that in their minds weeds include coriander, rose buds and pineapple plants, among others.
Leopard Tree
Yep, I know, a random photo, this time the bark of a leopard tree. I think the possums have scratched this one. Stop yawning! This is my blog and I will decorate it how I like.
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