Autumn days

Clearer tracks, greater access

One of many loads of wood

Another very busy day at Rivergum, at least for Daryl who continues to toil away on his 'holidays'. The cooler Autumn days are a perfect backdrop for slashing long grass and clearing fallen trees for firewood. The clear tracks will allow safe riding spaces for Bek and her new horse Kiwi (Yes, I did say new horse!) and it promotes new growth of pasture. The logs will provide strong fence posts (woodcutter booked for two weeks - yeah) and a healthy supply of wood for friends, family and ourselves.

We have also bought some laying boxes and we are very exciting about the prospect of a new chicken run and chicken house to match.

Free range at its best

There is much discussion at the moment on the radio about what constitutes free range eggs - I have no doubt many of the current 'free range' labels are exaggerated and this classification should be reviewed. Our flock of 22 hens love to be outdoors; they scratch and peck their way around the farm blissfully. I am quite surprised when I hear poultry farmers talk about chickens who choose to stay inside a shed and not venture outside. They are clearly exposed to a different lifestyle from our chickens.

Fallen trees galore

Certainly an interesting debate.

 Our plan at Rivergum is always to allow our animals to live as well and freely as possible while they are in our care. They are well fed, safely housed and protected from the elements and natural, as well as introduced, predators. They provide us with food, fertiliser and a lovely feeling of worth and contentment.

 Til next time ( by the way my toe is still red, swollen and incredibly sore..just saying!)

Cheers

Natasha

I think I broke my toe and other tales

Well finally I am sitting, in front of the fire, yes the nights are getting chilly and I love it. Nothing like the smell of  wood burning, watching the flames flickering in the firebox and that dry heat that warps its way into every fibre of your being - relaxing and caressing you. It's absolutely orgasmic.
Of course a couple of good quality reds help....everything, but not my poor big toe. It's currently throbbing (and swollen)  after the gate and said toe collided this evening. Following a call from Daryl(hubby) this afternoon, while I was at work, telling me we left a calf with his mum when separating our calves from their mothers on the weekend, we needed to get this little steer off his mum urgently and get him into the calf paddock.

Lovin' my new toy

Now, just to put your mind at ease, these calves are bigger than their mummas, who are hopefully pregnant. Picture Daryl on the quad bike tearing around the paddock rounding up this calf while Bek (daughter) and I waited to steer the calf into the yards. After lots of dust and cow crap flinging in the air the calf ran through the gates; in my haste to close the gate before the herd of angry mumma cows charged through, I heaved the gate (picture gate hanging off one hinge and bloody heavy) as hard as I could while my foot was still in motion and kicked the bottom of the gate with my boots (minus the steel capped toe). The squealing which followed was worthy of an Oscar and could be heard at farms far and wide.

Hen's have found a new hobby

Anyhow enough whining for now.

On a positive note we did get a new toy for the farm - our quad bike. This purchase has caused some heated conversations in the family circle regarding their safety and poor stats about people killing themselves on them. Despite these stats we have purchased one, mainly so I can get around the farm,with relative ease. It has already served its purpose multiple times. Daryl has rigged up a purpose built trailer to go on the back of the quad to collect firewood.

Making life easier

This carries up to four wheelbarrows full of wood and means  I don't have to try and push a wheelbarrow full of wood  during winter, a task made very difficult with dodgy hips. The quad factor also means our daughter is keen to use it - yeah for us! Like any effective piece of equipment, it is perfected through trial and error.

Bit heavy to go cross country

And our wood trailer is no exception. Our first load, stacked just beautifully, promptly fell sideways after the quad tried to go through a hole - unsuccessfully. With the 'help' of our chickens we reloaded and successfully parked our first load at the house.
The rest of the weekend took us to the rose garden and then the veggie patch for some autumn planting.

Loaded and ready to go

Nice crops

It is always satisfying to plant a new crops and work in the rose patch.  We had an infestation of aphids and some other unidentifiable black little critters on our roses causing them to wilt. We trimmed, fed, watered and sprayed the remaining roses in the hope of revitalising them. They thanked us by digging in their thorns at every opportunity.

New veggies

Man of many talents

On the whole we are making slow progress at Rivergum. Daryl, with the help of his 88-year old father (he's amazing)  has finished the stay-sets for our new chicken paddock and we are now waiting for fencing wire to arrive. Of course if we didn't keep getting injured we could progress faster. Apparently today Daryl tripped over, in the paddock, while holding the chainsaw and various other tools, narrowly missing cracking his head open on the old bath/trough, only denting his knee (large bruise presenting now). His poor Dad nearly had a coronary!

Negotiations with the neighbour for a new boundary fence have been successful  and the contractor is being organised along with wood man who splits our trees for posts.
It's all very exciting in a farmy kind of way. 

Our new chooks have settled in and are supplying us with up to 18 eggs a day.

Funny little fowls

Always keen to help

We can find them in all sorts of places - the shed, the wood pile, the old rusty boiler drum and even the laying boxes on occasion!! Looking forward to expanding our eggs production and being able to supply true free range eggs.


My toe is throbbing and no amount of red wine is helping.


 
'Til next time.

Cheers

Natasha

Pecking order

We are now the happy owners of 16 new laying hens. Our surviving six hens are not so impressed with the new additions, but it seems the pecking order is getting sorted. No blood shed as yet and only a few ruffled feathers. We collected them late evening, long after the sun had set, when they are at their most docile and transported them home in a large cage in the back of the 4WD. By the time we finished the 30 minute drive the car reeked of bird poo and the hens had finally stopped squawking. The quiet lasted only until we started moving them into the new pen.
Pitch dark, muddy soil underfoot (thanks to some welcome rain) and a very curious Kelpie made the transition ...interesting. With torches strategically placed, including one atop Daryl's head, we successful transferred the new girls  into their home. At the end of this adventure Daryl and I were covered in scratches (from flapping wings and stray claws) and I had suspicious looking, wet, gooey liquid running down the front of my jeans.

So despite the mess it is lovely to watch them scratch their way around the farm. The new girls are not used to roosting and persist in sleeping on the hay at the bottom of the roost. They must not be used to laying on straw either as for the first few days they insisted on scratching all the hay out of the laying boxes and laying on the base. The old girls did not seem impressed. Situation fixed and we are please they are laying on hay once again.This keeps the eggs cleaner and has less chance of breaking.

While we prefer our hens to remain unaltered we had no choice (if we wanted them to stay alive, that is) but to clip their wings, so on another very dark night we were once again disrupting their rest as we gave them a feather trim. For now their pen is not ideal and they fly over the fence if we don't let them out early enough, unfortunately they either fly into the dog pen (bad move) or into the open paddock (foxes playground when we are not home). The new pen is under construction and hopefully it will be habitable in the very near future.

Fresh eggs are now the order of business - free range and fabulous.

Until next time,

Cheers N

Tetchy tales

Well it's been a while, nearly two weeks in fact since I've hit my keyboard, at least for this purpose. The problem is when you spend a large portion of your day in front of a computer screen for work, the enthusiasm to have more screen time at home is a trifle waned. I have a new job and while this is great, it means less time at the farm and another task to juggle.

I must admit I've also been struggling with what to share with you. Some days the farm is so busy that I could write everyday and then there seems to be a lull and it all presents as rather humdrum. This past couple of weeks have been  a mixture of the two.

We were fortunate to have a few days break and enjoyed some R&R with friends at Lakes Entrance. Sleeping in, playing cards, dining, wine-ing, fishing and shopping were luxuries we enjoyed and definitely no longer take for granted.

Hoping for some fish fillets

The farm was ably looked after by my daughters and all animals survived, despite the water being accidentally turned off to the trough!

Good friends, great times

The farm continues to improve, at a slower rate than we hoped. Daryl is trying to rebuild the place, mainly on his own and that is no mean feat. Complications from my hip replacement are rendering me useless for most outdoors work.

An old truck base ready for some remodeling

The frustration is immeasurable.

 But Daryl continues to cut trees and prepare posts for new fences, continues to ensure the cattle are well fed and moves them from paddock to paddock, using the portable fences to keep them in (which look electrified but are not, thankfully tricking the cattle).

With little grass growth hay is a welcome treat

He continues to salvage machinery and turn them from rusty wrecks to functional features.  Most recently he discovered more damaged water lines and found himself elbow deep in mud. Fortunately the repair work is reducing the flooding around the house. It seems the water pipes are riddled with joins that continue to leak underground. The pipelines are another job on the ever-growing list of things to be replaced and restructured.

Ick! The stench was just awful

Daryl did wonder why anyone would be a plumber!

Adding the cranky factor to frustration is the heat. With temperatures still soaring and humidity at an unusually high level,  I am wilting, while my grumpy-levels are rising. I cannot cope with the heat and 'tetchy' has become my new descriptor; Daryl relishes the heat and you can imagine the fireworks that follow us.

I say, bring on autumn ( the cool version) and winter - open fires, cool days, chilly nights and lots of chunky soup.

Until next time

N

Bring on winter