Showing posts with label vermin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vermin. Show all posts

Sunday, 6 May 2018

When a loss makes a winning opportunity.

 I lost a bet a few weeks ago. Richmond versus Collingwood. Long time AFL rivals and a silent part of our marriage. You see, Daryl is a staunch Tigers fan and I have barracked for the Pies since forever, so when we wed the rivalry continued year in year out. This year, Daryl decided to sweeten the game and throw in the suggestion of a wager - the loser takes the winner out for tea. I suspect he knew he would win and planned something he would benefit from in no uncertain terms. For me, I wasn't too fussed, didn't even watch the game but noted the score with a little more interest than usual. As luck would have it, the Pies dive bombed and the Tigers roared, I was now responsible for a night out on the town. Having started a
new job at work, the last couple of weeks have been hectic and I have been fatigued and I suspect running on adrenaline. As such, planning dinners out was not on my priority list. But not to renege on a bet, the loss niggled at my subconscious. At some point during this last week I decided that this bet offered me an opportunity - a chance to create some "us time".  A short getaway, designed to recharge the batteries and enjoy some uninterrupted time away from the responsibilities of the farm. So in a few hours I had booked a night away, with views over the water, near the beach and a room with a spa. A combination of the things we both enjoy. The sounds of the sea, the taste of salt in the air, the clear blue sky dotted with seagulls in the air and the elegance of the swans in the lake create a backdrop of relaxation and romance. Dinner out at our favourite
restaurant along with a cocktail or two and a bottle of red, made a beautiful night seem magical. A late check out the next day afforded us a sleep in. At the end of a long week the timing was just perfect. My loss gave us the chance to talk, to laugh, to remember how much we care about each other, and our life as a whole. We talked about how fortunate we are to share common goals, dreams and aspirations, the joy we share with friends along with the struggles and frustrations that fracture our days. Seems to me my loss was definitely a win for us both. The Lakes Entrance economy also benefited from our presence!
Of course after all great retreats, reality returns wth bite. Today we spent the day catching up. The cows needed hay, the chooks needed their pens cleaned including removing all the old flooring and replacing it with new sawdust. The old stuff, will make the best fertiliser and is filled with enough chook manure to fill a very large trailer. The task took several hours. Wearing a dust mask and safety glasses we raked and shovelled and got covered in grime. The white masks ended up a putrid shade of black and my hair resembled dreadlocks gone very wrong (although personally I never think dreadlocks go right). In our down time, Daryl thought loading up
the bonfire pile with more random tree branches would be a fun filled activity! Following our morning adventures I spent the afternoon in the kitchen, cooking up a storm of soups ready for quick and easy meals, along with fritters and naturally everyone still wanted to eat dinner, so a main meal was also on the agenda.
Now, after a glass of wine, a delicious meal and all the jobs completed I am well and truly ready for a nap. Daryl is out walking his gun, I haven't heard any gunfire so I suspect he has not found any vermin to shoot, as yet. Another week of work looms ahead of me. Daryl's holidays are over and he returns on Tuesday. We look forward to our next retreat, whatever form that takes; maybe the next time the Tigers and the Pies line up I will be the one getting whisked away for some romantic rendezvous.

Until next time,
N

Friday, 13 October 2017

Rivergum - a reflection of our dreams and values

Forest - the calf that wouldn't stop running
Amongst a 21st birthday, an interstate holiday, first birthday, camping trip and minor surgery, Rivergum continues to morph and change, developing into a farm that reflects our own dreams and values.
New growth
Numerous native plants now line the driveway and the front of our paddock, and we hope these trees will not only make an appealing entry to the farm but also entice birds and bees to visit our place. Due to the extreme dry we are facing (at least at our place) we are watering two to three times per week to help them establish their roots. It is most satisfying to see new growth on the saplings. Unfortunately, our citrus trees have not made a comeback after the harsh winter frosts and we have now started to replace them.
One of many native plants
Despite this setback we have continued to develop the orchard and have planted a range of fruit trees including peacharine (peach x nectarine), avocado, a variety of apples and a plumcot (plum x apricot). They are all very thirsty and unfortunately the soil is quite devoid of nutrients. The fact they are thriving (so far) is remarkable.
Beginnings of the orchard
Unfortunately the dry season has also impacted on our hay potential and unless we get some amazing rains in the next week, we will not be cutting hay this year. This reality means we will be not only be short of feed for our own stock but will also reduce our income and therefore our yearly turn over will be compromised. Given we cannot change or influence the weather pattern in any way we have decided to purchase some young Angus steers from NSW to fatten up and sell next year. The 13 calves arrived safely and have settled in easily. They are well bred and will thrive if all goes to plan.
New lads on the land
Delight & Romney 
Our own calves, poddies along with those raised by their mothers, are all doing well, despite some challenges. One young fella struggled to get his legs and required a lot of TLC, a visit from the vet, several injections and force feeding before he regained his strength and now runs with the herd as if nothing ever went array. His potential loss weighed heavily on both Daryl and I, as his demise would have been loss number three for the season. Losing a beautiful Limousine bull calf at only two weeks of age, a few days prior, from no obvious cause was devastating. The loss of a steer a few months before also left us feeling grim. But things are looking up, and we even recovered our young escapee despite the odds weighed definitely against him.
Recovered after a rough start
The little rascal, startled by our pup, ran through five farm fences, two boundaries fences including crossing a road, at 36 hours of age. Searching far and wide, venturing into neighbouring paddocks, during day and night we were quite desperate and began to suspect the young tyke had been taken by foxes. His poor mum, waited at the place where he was last sleeping and it was clear she was also in distress. Finally on the morning of the fourth day he was missing, we heard loud bawling from a distance, Daryl jested that maybe the baby calf had finally returned, little did we know he was right. Miraculously the little Murray Grey x Limousine calf was indeed in next door's paddock trying to find his way back. On his own, Daryl had no choice but to jump on him and then carry him to the car. He then travelled in style back to our place and to his mum. No doubt her very full udder was relieved to have him back.
Vermin prevention
Max inspecting the Clipex fence
In addition to a range of new calves, we have added Romney and Delight to our menagerie. We have recruited the two alpacas to keep the foxes away from our feathered friends. Not only are they cute but they are very effective. Our neighbour's dog has been wandering around our place and decided she wanted the chook scraps. In a rash decision she squeezed under the gate and got into the chook pen, within seconds the alpacas let out a piercing warning and it was fortunate that Daryl was nearby and managed to get the dog out or she may have been a victim of herd protectors who trample anything considered a threat. At least we know the alpacas are doing their job.
If they fail, Daryl bought himself a new rifle (Lithgow .223) to keep vermin at bay. It works well.
No longer an issue
It is hoped one of the alpacas is pregnant and the potential for a baby cria is very exciting. Their fleece has already been claimed and we hope to see some fine products produced from their wool.
Our new carport
The hens are slowly coming into lay but we are only getting a measly dozen or so eggs a day. Despite having 50 odd birds. No doubt this will increase within a few weeks. We have sent off a new design for our egg carton labels and I am excited by the prospect of being able to label them with our own design. Anyone interested in purchasing fresh eggs, produced by pasture raised hens,  is welcome to get in touch.
Facelift
It's not only animals that are being added to Rivergum but also some infrastructure with new fences and sheds continuing to be built. Daryl has trialled a new style fencing with a product called Clipex and this has proven to be a success. I suspect we will be purchasing some more and may even finish fencing within the next few years!! A new carport is also taking shape and this has forced the placement of new plumbing and painting of the house exterior. This weekend the aim is to complete painting the front of the house with cream trimmings. The improvement, with only undercoat, is simply awesome. I'm nearly inspired to paint for two days straight, and the reality is regardless of inspiration or not, the paint brushes will get a good workout and by Monday I'll be exhausted, just in time to return to work.
Cleaning up -old irrigation pipes

The muscle driving the dream
Sadly, Daryl's holidays (if you could call them that), will also come to an end next week and he will return to being a shift worker. On the one hand he will get a rest, but on the other, Rivergum's progress will slow down again. It's such a shame we have to earn a dollar in order to keep our farming venture alive. Daryl has done such an extraordinary amount of work, I just hope he still gets a kick out of his achievements. While we are building the dream together he is, without doubt, the muscle behind the progress.



Until next time,

N



Monday, 1 February 2016

Less savoury side of farm life (warning graphic pictures)

Green pastures, grazing cattle, gum trees abound with blossoms, while the Kookaburras sing, are some of the beautiful aspects of life on the farm. It is quite picturesque and can be very soothing to the soul when the days are tough. 

However, as always, there is a flip side.

This time of year snakes are in their element, both urban and rural residents are reporting them, yet we have been fortunate to have encountered only a few during this past year. With rubble everywhere, low lying bushes and a large expanse of bushland it is expected to come across a few of the slithery suckers - Tigers and Browns are most common, along with a few Blacks.

I must admit none of them are welcome.

Young Tiger not overly impressed by my attention
All venomous, with the Tigers particularly aggressive, shovels are strategically placed around the farm - hayshed, wood pile, old dairy and off course the back and front doors, just in case we need to do some self defence.
The dogs should be our best defence against snakes, announcing their proximity, however our little Kelpie, would prefer to antagonise them and go bite for bite with a mad Tiger snake. The old Lab also thinks its amusing cheering her on (until they are both screamed at by the boss).

A large black snake spent Christmas day with us, only metres from the festivities (hiding off course!) It's unknown presence created a little extra spice and mystery to the occasion.

Like a hose but more poisonous

We have found them resting in the shade of long grass, crossing the road and sliding through the paddocks - which explains why we are noisy and very observant while plodding in our work boots, and long pants despite the sweltering temperatures.



Our other major issue is rabbits, you know the cute fluffy kind. Hundreds of the little vermin  run over the paddocks, at dusk they are out in force and wreak havoc on the ground.They dig up everything, everywhere, ruining the land around us.
One of hundreds
I don't know why they are so bad this year but they need to be gone. Rabbits and feral cats are equally challenging.
Feral cat, well fed and mean
Eating native birds, lizards, frogs and other wildlife, they are aggressive and continue to breed! Unfortunately we have our fair share of them and they too must be gone. Foxes are in this category too, but to date they have escaped the fate of the others.

And finally the lice of the sky - Indian Minor Birds. 
Lice of the sky
These introduced pests spread diseases amongst chickens, steal their food and take over the nests of native birds, pushing the babies out to die.one pair of these birds can reproduce up 220,000 off-spring over ten years, nasty business.
The only way we have been able to successfully reduce their number is by trapping and then drowning them.

It is a losing battle but we continue to try.

Til next time

N