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Aug
25

We don’t often let these two rascals play together – it’s not good for Buck, since he’s supposed to be learning how to chase sheep, not Jack Russell’s’ and Rocket, well he thinks he’s ten foot tall, but unfortunately, he’s nowhere near close to it! Their rough and tumble games, as Buck gets older, could leave Rocket with injuries.

But today was different. We’d had a few days where the dogs had either been on the chain or in the house. Cold, wet and miserable days! Rocket was dying for a run and so was Buck, and the thought of walking two of them together was rather daunting, so I relented. “Let them chase each other,” I decided, “and wear each other out, without me having to do anything!”

They made me laugh. Round and round and round the house they went, playing “chasey”. Rocket was ducking, diving and turning sharply to avoid Bucks sharp teeth – he tends to latch on to Rocket’s neck, when they get close!

Occasionally you’d hear a loud “thump”! I’d look around and they would have run smack into a window or tree!

As they start to become tired, the game ‘I’ve got the bone… too bad you haven’t!’ comes into play.  Rocket finds a bone and lies on the lawn, chewing it, under Buck’s watchful gaze. Buck creeps closer, one foot at a time, thinking Rocket isn’t watching, and then when Buck gets too close, Rockets snatches it up and rips across the lawn, with Buck at his heels!

And of course, as all good mates do, when the ‘work’ is finished, you need to have a drink together!

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Aug
21

I’m guessing that many of you think that living on a farm is peaceful. Quiet. Well let me tell you otherwise!

It was a gorgeous morning. We’d had a heavy shower the night before, which had netted us 8mm, so we were smiling! The trees and grass were weighted down with rain and everything was sparkling with dew-drop diamonds.

As I opened my eyes first thing, I listened to the birds singing. That’s a regular occurrence, but this morning, they were singing louder than normal. I could pick a few calls – Wattle birds, Butcher bird. There was a Magpie in the mix and the little Silver Eyes were really going for it!

I wondered outside with my morning coffee and could hear the next farms’ cattle bellowing. I guess they’re doing some cattle work that involves splitting the cows and calves, because it was a panicked, ‘Where’s my baby,’ type of bellow!

I could hear stock trucks rumbling along the road and for a moment, worried that they might be turning in our driveway – the truck carting our lambs, wasn’t due until Wednesday. I could even hear our neighbours dogs barking. (They live a good three or four kilometers away from us!)

Anthony, Shaun and I started our day in the sheep yards and we were also splitting mums and babies, but ours were sheep. The noise was unbelievable! In all the time I’ve worked with stock, I don’t think I’ve heard a louder mob of ewes! I was standing about ten metres away from Anthony and I couldn’t hear what he was saying! (It’s quite funny when you can see their lips moving and hand actions, but not hear anything!)

So today, the farm was far from peaceful – this photo, really tells lies!

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Aug
05

Here’s Buck, sitting waiting patiently for the boss to come and let him off! He’s chained in the back of the ute, so he can’t fall off the side (it takes dogs a little while to get their ‘ute’ legs!).

Today, Anthony and I were wet and drying a mob of ewes (that means seeing which ones had lambs and which didn’t) and Buck so badly wanted to help! The trouble is he’s still a bit little to let off in the yards, in case he gets run over by a sheep and hurt.

But like the good dog he is, he sat and watched, without barking too much. Hopefully, while we were all under his scrutiny, he took in some of Wally’s good working skills and not his bad ones!

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Jul
13

On a beautiful Sunday morning the kids had the job of shifting a mob of sheep (I always go with them but hang right back or right at the front to slow the ewes down, so I’m there if they need help.)

Today they took their bikes and two dogs – Rocket, the Jack Russell, a well known sheep dog (um… or so Rochelle tells me! I beg to differ!) and the brand new pup called Buck, as in ‘Buckaroo’.

We got Buck late last week from the Kelpie Breeder, Nan Lloyd, and he is a going to be a tearaway! From the moment I picked him up, he barked, run, jumped, chewed and every other normal thing a puppy does, but he seems to do it with a lot more intent!

So as I sat in the warmth and comfort of my ute slowing the ewes down, the slave labour were out in the freezing cold on their bikes moving the sheep!

There were red noses, runny noses, dogs barking, fights and then making up, bikes running into each other and general chaos! All the while the sheep drifted along without much ado – they seemed to know they were off to a better paddock.

Buck showed off his skills as the new working dog, rounding the lambs up with their mums watching closely.

We all had a fabulous time this morning and one of the best bits was that I managed to write two chapters of Purple Roads, while all this was going on!

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Jul
12

In my few travels around the country and around where I live, I am always amazed at the women who do incredible things. Most of these women don’t think they’re extraordinary, but I can assure you they are.

I wanted to introduce you to some of the ones I’ve met – their stories are sometimes heart warming, sometime heart breaking, but everyone of them is a rainbow of hope, of inspiration and achievement.

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Meet Gabbi Bresnehan:  I first met Gabbi when she joined my Facebook page to let me know how much she enjoyed Red Dust. I was lucky enough to meet her face to face in Tasmania when I travelled down there for Agfest.

We have a few things in common: farming, kids… but as I learnt more about her, I found out that she had won Tasmania’s Rural Woman of the Year and was about to head to Canberra for the national awards. Sue Middleton, from WA, won the overall award, but Gabbi’s not disappointed. She told me the whole experience was one that she had enjoyed and the women that she met through the award will be friends for life.

This is her story:

A fifth generation farmer who moved to her uncle’s 400ha property Tiger Point at Levendale (Tasmania) five years ago as manager, Gabbi has maintained the breeding nucleus of the Tiger Point Texel Stud and runs a small number of beef cattle.

Although her initial background was in cooking and retail foods, she changed her focus to crisis care, and three years ago was approached by Aussie Helpers to manager their operation in Tasmania’s drought-affected regions.  The role involved coordinating farm visits, fodder drives and distributing food hampers.

But Gabbi found her main calling was acting as a referral service to the various drought network aid organizations, as well as offering social and emotional support to a multitude of suicidal, depressed and emotionally fragile rural men, women and children.

While Aussie Helpers ceased its Tasmanian presence in July 2009, Gabbi says there remains a clear need for a similar support service as “the phone calls haven’t stopped”.

“Farmers are still initiating contact and a lot of the women – after carrying the can for so many years – are having their episodes of not coping.  They’ve made it through the drought and realized all their focus was on their farm and not their relationship.”

“Once women start to crumble the whole foundation of the family starts to break away.”

“They were strong through the drought but the last few months too many families have been going their own way.  In some cases it’s resulted in the sale of the farm, with hubby borrowing even more to keep it going whilst a lot of other couples are still in the fighting process.”

Gabbi said she still acted as a referral service, putting rural people in contact with the service they required.  But with no financial support, her own foundation has started to crumble from the stress.  There’s no doubt, when you’re down even more hardship gets thrown in your path and finding a way out becomes even harder.

Gabbi knows from experience the hardship that follows knock-back after knock-back.  But she is determined to gain financial support for rural people in need.

With a northern operative in David Fisher ready to take on the service role, Gabbi is well poised to see to the Southern service and business side of things once funding does finally filter through.

“I’ve drawn up a five-year business plan and am in the process of setting up an incorporated body and getting a board together.  I’ve been sourcing funds as Rural Ark when with St Vincent de Paul but am unsure whether we will continue with that name.”   Gabbi is now backed by Westpac Banking.

“Everything takes so much time, energy and money.”

“Of course I have low days when physically I can’t do what I need to support others in the way I have been.

In the meantime I’ll support people in the best way I can until something more concrete comes up.  Then I’ll be knocking on all doors I can to pull in help.”

Gabbi said the drought brought the current wave of depression in the rural community to a head – it was the nail in the coffin or last straw for most.   She said the problems had always been there but the longevity of the drought had broken so many rural families.

“I’ve been isolated for only a few years on the farm – I couldn’t begin to imagine what women felt who had been isolated for years longer.  But having experienced some of what they were going through, I thought I could help and, obviously, so did Aussie Helpers when they approached me.”

“It doesn’t matter how many courses you do, until you’ve experienced it first-hand, nothing prepares you.  Luckily all the skills I’d learnt in all my jobs contributed to getting the show on the road and getting help to follow”

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Jun
28

It’s been such a busy time for us recently, with seeding, sheep work and all sorts of other things on the go! It will be like this until after Christmas now with hay making, shearing and later, harvest.

We’ve been lucky enough to have good rains and everything seems to be on track for a good season.

The weather has been freezing and as you can see by this photo, the skies have been far from blue this week – although as I sit and write this, it’s shaping up for a cold but clear day!

I had a phone call from my publisher late Friday afternoon, asking if she thought I could be in Sydney by Wednesday for the ABIA awards. Red Dust is a finalist in the Newcomers/Debut section and oh, how I’d love to go – the powerhouses of the industry would be there along with the writers, the opportunities… the list goes on!

But after a hurried discussion and thoughts about what we have to do this week, I’ve been sad to decline the invitation. However, I really want to wish all of the A&U authors good luck – and there’s quite a few of them. Fellow WA author Craig Silvey is among them with his amazing book, Japser Jones.

Allen and Unwin themselves are up for the award of Publisher of the Year and I have to say after working with them for three years now, they deserve every award and accolade available. Allen and Unwin run their business thinking all their staff are ‘family’ and it shows. Everyone I have dealt with has been passionate, helpful and love what they do. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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Jun
28

This time of year is always busy with sheep work. There’s ewes to be drenched, lamb marking and so on and so on. I’ve hardly spent more than an hour inside the house  these last few weeks during daylight!

Thankfully, it’s not just Anthony and I doing all the work! Shaun is a bloke who gives us a hand, (and a very good one!) as do our dogs.

You should be able to see Law and I packing the race, nice and tight, in this photo. We’re drenching the ewes (that gets rid of any parasites they may have picked up during the start of autumn when they have to graze very close to the ground.

Law loves his work – especially backing the sheep, which is what he’s doing in this photo. But he also enjoys mustering the paddocks, where he gets to run as fast as he wants for as long as the boss will let him! Kelpies just love to run!

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Jun
15

I was out about early this morning, helping Anthony fill the combine and getting ready for a day of replenishing the stocks in the pantry! It was very nippy and heavy dew left my fingers wet and cold, not willing to bend.

I had to shift some ewes and lambs as soon as it was light and while I was gently herding them towards the gate, the dew droplets glistened like diamonds covering the ground. You could see the tracks that the sheep have made during the mustering process as they’ve knocked off all the droplets.

When I got home, I found quite a few emails and Facebook comments saying: “congratulations!”, but I had no idea what everyone was on about! After a bit of research, I found out that Red Dust had been shortlisted for the Romantic Elements category of the Romance Writers of Australia’s Romantic Book of the Year! I had known this some weeks ago, but hadn’t been allowed to let on, and hence had forgotten about it!

Congratulations need to go to all the finalists, especially Bronwyn Parry, who is a fellow Australia Outback Romance and Mysteries author. Bron is a finalist in the same category as I am, for her blockbuster ‘Dark Country‘ , along with Katherine Scholes for the amazing and riveting ‘The Hunters Wife”  and Tracey O’Hara’s ‘Night’s Cold Kiss‘. I haven’t read any of Tracey’s books, but I know she has won numerous awards and has had rave reviews.

I understand that the R*BY awards are judged by readers, so I’m thrilled to think that some of you have taken the time to send your thoughts to the RWA – without you, none of this would have happened. After all, the readers are the ones that count!

I’m still in shock that I’m a finalist with such huge authors. Having read Bron and Katherine’s books and been captivated by them, I’m quite amazed that Red Dust is alongside their books.

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Apr
21

Driving to a friends house early a few mornings ago, I came across this amusing sight: a cow, who looks like she might be in the throes of birth and an emu having a staring showdown!

Now, I’m guessing, because cows are polite creatures and emus can tend to be a bit bossy, that the cow may have been asking for a space since was giving birth and the emu didn’t think it was necessary!

I watched them in the rearvison mirror as I drove off. Finally, the emu got the hint and started backtracking. The cow turned her back on the road - they are very private animals when it comes to having babies – and got on with the business of babies!

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Mar
18

2010 Fair Newsletter extract

Check out all the exciting stuff that will be happening at the Condy Fair this saturday. Hope to see you there!

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