Ewe and me…
Driving the hoggets to new pasture…
Almost there…
My offsider…
Waiting at the Old Highway pass for husband to drive the breeding ewes up over the hill with the ATV…
Through the pass and waiting in the holding paddock to head to the underpass beneath the Tasman Highway to the paddocks on the other side…
Wooly girls will be have a Brazilian in a fortnight ready for joining with their fellas…
Looking at the underpass, thinking about it…
More thinking…
Hurrah! They’re moving!
And that’s it! They’ll be over there for 2 weeks until the shearers come!
Better get to makin’ cookies for your cowboys, girl!! Yeehaww!! Great pics BTW….second from the last is my fav!!
Making cookies today, Queen, as we speak. Thanks to you, I anD ALL who eat them are ADDICTED!
Marvellous, Prue! Mind you, I like to see the photos, but I’d hate to be there taking part!
It’s fun, Gerry. But dusty and one gets covered in grass seeds at this time of year. I have to say – one is either bred to do it or not. Fortunately, despite being city born and bred, my dad made sure I had knowledge of farms and agriculture and a deep love of animals and the land.
Love your pictures and the glimpse into your world. Thanks again for sharing.
Thanks Ann. I love sharing.
Many questions: how on earth do you persuade those sheep to go through that obviously dangerous underpass? If your husband is herding sheep with an ATV, what’s that dog doing in the passenger’s seat? And who is this handsome dog, anyway?
The sheep are used to the underpass, Pat, but put up this ridiculous show of thinking about it every time. The dog in the passenger seat is my daughter’s kelpie, an Australian working dog specifically bred for sheep work. She has too much ‘force’ sometimes around sheep and can push them too hard which is why she sat in the ute with me as we’re very much into keeping the sheep slow and calm. The kelpie’s very presence and occasional ‘voice’ is enough.
I love every one of the photos, Prue, both in this post and the previous one.. Wonderful scenes of country life and the beauty of your skyscapes and countryside.
I really should get out more. 🙁
Thanks so much, Giselle. I think I’m lucky to have access to so much of the countryside/coast within 30 minutes. It is the stuff of dreams. Yes, do get out more – I have a feeling that where you live, it might be so stunning as to make we historical fiction writers more envious than you can possibly imagine…
Getting out of the house is easy – it’s getting anywhere afterwards that’s the problem. But that’s cities for you!
I forgot to say, your daughter’s dog is a real character.
She’s a devil, Giselle. A mind of her own. And yes, you are right. Cities are their own curse, aren’t they?