It's Big, It's Black and It's Mean

So, I'll tell you a story. A little altered for the purpose of protecting the identity of a person and property. I don't think they'd like it if everyone knew that they were being chased and not being the one doing the chasing.

A number of years ago during the Build-Up the stockcamp, the manager and myself were all out mustering sale cattle from a paddock that backs onto pastorally unused land. Out of this land comes all sorts animals.

On this particular day, all was going well. I was parked up on the tail, moving out of way for cattle being brought in by the chopper then closing the gap again once I'd finished bringing them in to the mob. I'd go out around the ones coming in once they'd reached a certain point along the fenceline. As I sat there on my horse waiting for two particular head to come in my partner-in-crime of many years told me that I might want to move right out of the way for these two. As usual I ignored him and second guessed him till the cattle came in that little bit closer and his tone became a bit more urgent. I screwed my head back on and heeded his warning and moved a few places around the mob.

"Further than that!" he reckoned. By this point, the bovine pair were close enough for me to see what they were and 'further than that' I did move... right around to the lead of the mob. And I'm glad I did because when they got to the mob, one of them was a very unhappy camper. With speary horns and a shiny black coat, 600kgs of testosterone fuelled madness set his eyes on the nearest culprit of his agitation. The big cleanskin bull lined up the manager on his horse that we'll refer to as Big R. The manager set Big R, who's blind in one eye, in a tail turn and off they galloped with the scrub bull right up their clacker. I'm sure they felt the breath of that bull heating their behinds. One false move by the horse and they would have been gone but Big R kept his feet as they raced away from the mob till the bull gave up the chase and headed off into the depths of the paddock. I watched the event unfold with my heart in my mouth.

Years later, on a nearby property that also backs onto the pastorally unused land, I saw that mean, cleanskin bull again. Pulling down an old fence I kept a very wary eye on his whereabouts. I knew his potential and be damned if I wanted to be caught out. I told the boy I was working with to keep his eyes peeled too because Blacky wasn't the only scrub bull there. But after a while I became complacent while tending to my task and next thing I know, I look up and he's merely metres away from me. I looked over at the boy and mouthed "Holy f***!" while I tried to figure out what my next move should be or if I should make one at all. I looked around me. I had one thick tree to my left and one to my right but despite that there was still too much distance between me and the trees and I decided that once I was behind one I was good as stuck because all the other trees were too thin to use as protection. Nope, not using that option. What else?

After a moment I decided upon a wide berth around the bull back to the old toyota. I slowly and carefully stepped over the old, falling-down fence and backed away. As I placed my feet one of the old cows spooked and took off, bumping into the bull as she spun round and leading him and a few other cows away as she scampered off. My heart skipped a beat as I took the opportunity to move just that little bit faster away from the bull to the safety of the toyota where I calmed my nerves and had a drink of water. I did not like being caught out like that but I was fortunate that he was as worried as I was. He's still out there, impregnating cows that have been removed from the herd bulls. But sure as hell I don't want to be there the next time a chopper is out there mustering that paddock or next time his mood won't be so accomodating!

Roadtrain

It's always satisfying to finish loading a roadtrain with cattle and watch it pull out and head to its destination. I love the uniformity of the wheel tracks left behind in the dust. I'm always pleased when I see clean, cared for crates and truck drivers that aren't jigger-happy.
Back in the day before NLIS*, loading roadtrains was a simple task. No reading of tags or checking to see if the cattle even had a tag. It was straight on the truck in pens of 10 to 20 according to the size of the cattle.
What I liked about working on Legune Station up near Kununurra, Western Australia, was that when we were loading roadtrains we weren't stuffing around. Over two days we loaded 16 triples destined for Indonesia. 10 on the first day, 6 on the second. It was an impressive sight to see so many trucks curving around the turn-around waiting to be loaded. I regret not taking my camera with me to the yards that first day as I have not loaded that many roadtrains in one hit since.
When the roadtrains get moving it's a slow start. The cattle poke their heads out of the goanna holes to see where they are going and the country-side around them. When the truck stops for whatever reason, left behind is the poop and pee of the cattle on board in the shape of the crate. People that pull up behind the big rigs at traffic lights complain about the smell. While I was driving concrete trucks in town I would question myself what the hell was I doing there if I got stuck behind a fully loaded roadtrain on the highway, the smell had me yearning to go back out to the station. If we had a slow day at the concrete yard I was so frustrated with myself because right next door was the depot of one of the local livestock transport companies.
So it was a good morning this morning, doing what I love. Loading two roadtrains destined for the Barkly Tablelands area. The truckies were a nice pair of blokes and the crates were spotless. Other than two sour cows early on, the cattle loaded really well. After they were all penned off and the doors shut I watched the trucks drive away in a big billow of dust in the distance. A sense of satisfaction came over me when I closed the cockies gate behind them.

* NLIS - National Livestock Identification System: A mandatory electronic ear tag that each beast must have in their offside ear for transportation or droving. The NLIS tag is read by a reader when either the cattle are loaded or unloaded with the data then uploaded to a national database.



Loading a roadtrain at Willeroo Station 2008



Farm Day

May 26th to 27th saw farmers across Australia open their gates to city folk to better create an understanding of where the food and fibre we use and consume comes from. Organisers painstakingly matched willing farmers with keen urbanites to make sure that everyones needs and requests were catered for.
I put up my hand for Farm Day after someone in a Facebook group I belong to gave an urgent call out for land owners and managers to participate. At that stage there were way more city people than country people wanting to take part. But after a bit of a hiccup though, my plans to host a family had to make a sudden change. But alls well that ends well. The venue was shifted and everything was back on track. After their own application to Farm Day mysteriously went unresponded to, Lakefield Station thankfully bailed me out.
The organisers at the Farm Day office sent me and email to notify me of the family I'd been matched with, a mother, Leonie, and her two children. We contacted each other via email and as the days grew closer I got more and more excited.
Finally the day arrived.
Damian and I moving had me in total chaos. All organised of course. After dropping Diamond the horse off at where I am agisting the horses, Damian and I unloaded all the gear off the back of my toyota, Damian then took me shopping and after refuelling I was continuing on my way and Damian on his. I had hoped to reach Lakfield at smoko time before Leonie and her kids arrived but by the time I got down there it was already midday and they had beated me there.
We quickly had lunch and then unloaded Capone, my bull, off the float. He was quite happy to finally be off the float and make some new friends. He didn't even let me pat him goodbye.
Next thing you know, Lakefield had an influx of children as it was Kirra's birthday party. All the kids, Leonie and her two children and I all headed off to visit a sinkhole and some rock formations. It was nice and cool exploring around. The kids scratched their names and stick figures into rocks on a red earth flat while Leonie's boy smashed ant mounds. When we got back to the house I got the dreaded news that Lacey, my little dog, had buggered off. My friend Sarah was looking after her for the weekend and had spent the last hour and a half trying to look for her till she gave up and left a message for me at Lakefield while I was out with Leonie and all the kids.
I unhooked the horse float and lead-footed it all the way to Mataranka to help look for my cheeky dog. Three calls of my "special" call (only I am able to warble to create this "special" call) and Lacey appeared out of the scrub. I thanked and apologised Sarah for her troubles and headed back to Lakefield.
While I was gone all the kids had water bomb fights, Leonie's kids had a go at riding a horse and dinner was in the process of being cooked. During my abscence we also scaled down in children by two. But dinner was still crowded, but in a good way. Some relatives of Garry were staying and the grader driver and his wife also came over for tea. There is was also Safitri, an Indonesian university student, who cooked nasi goreng as part of the evenings meal. Soon the night was over and everyone headed to bed. I was so thankful to be able to sleep in a bed rather than the side of the road. I slept like a log.
In the morning, Leonie, her kids, Safitri and I vaccinated, tagged and recorded the poddies. It took a while to convince the kids to stop jumping all over the hay bales and have a go at this little activity. They got to have another crack at riding the horses again too until smoko.
Then Leonie got to have her go on a horse. She, Chelsea, Tahlia and Saifitri cut out all of the weaners by horse from the stud cattle with Michelle and I on the ground. Then the three horse riders rode off and we didn't see them for another half an hour. When they returned it was lunch time. This time we had even more people come and eat as a lady, Sal, from a nearby property came to visit and also brang her Indonesian university students with her. There was plenty of food to go round as well as discussion.
After cleaning up from lunch, Leonie, all three Indonesians and I went out to start walking some cattle up a lane. The students all got to have a go at riding on the quad bike pushing the cattle up. When we pushed them as far as time would permit (closing the gates behind us of course) we headed back but at Cockatoo Bore Leonie spotted something and next thing you know she's running and diving across the flat with only loud squeals to be heard. She had caught a ginger coloured pig.
When we caught up with Sal, she informed us that the piglet had lice. The Indonesian's stayed with her as they wanted to see meat get processed, station style and Leonie and I continued on.
Soon it was time to pack and say our goodbyes. I enjoyed playing part host to my Farm Day family. Leonie wants to come back! It seems they all enjoyed their time too.
So for anyone out there who is a property owner and liked the sound of that, there is always Farm Day next year!