Thursday 9th June A snapshot of the afternoon.
Today was a great day. Well I hardly remember the morning; this is all about the afternoon. I was able to be useful. I just happened to have an ideal bit of “material” lying in my car that was just perfect for a horse problem. It hard to describe the feelings that wash over me when such events oCcur in my life. Indescribable and unexplainable.
There are feelings of pride and joy. But it’s no much more than those two feelings.
So then I rode my station horse: Old Mate. We lapped the airstrip paddock, cantered fast, and did some “fancy” circles and figure eights.
On arriving back at the yards, I was called on to help shift some bulls. So I ties my horse up, helped organise another horse, discovered that there are things I don’t know still about saddling horses especially in regards to saddle cloths, jumped back on Old Mate and away we walked.
Bulls are lazy stubborn creatures. a whole lot of “can’t be bothered” oozes from their muscly bodies. A sense of “you just can’t understand how hard it really is to carry a ball sack as big as mine” lies in their eyes. “I need all this potential strength, and I won’t be doing anything unless I have to.” Self important bulls
So why would we need to move Bulls in the afternoon?
Because the small holding paddock was needed immediately. Out of the Weaner paddock, a mass of prancing, bellowing weaners coming our way.
What a sight to behold! 3000, probably more, had been mustered and walked by a team of 9 stockmen on horses and bikes.
I arrived just to see the mobs converge near the gate out of that paddock. A group from the north meeting a big mob from the south with another mob on the horizon coming in from the south.
There are photos galore on the internet and in books depicting the mobs of 1000s stockmen handle on cattle stations in north Australia. And there would be articles and stories on such things too. But nothing. Absolutely nothing can compare to the shear beauty and mind boggling enormity of seeing such a sight for yourself. I wish I had a GoPro: just so I could share this with you. But alas, you will have to make do with my poor attempt with words.
We pushed the 3000 cattle into the next paddock (the same one that I walk through when marching to the bore). And I departed for I am the cook! And steak won’t cook itself. However those weaners were the walked down to the yard I had help clear.
So I raced my horse home. Removed his saddle and put a nose bag on my horse, ran to the kitchen to put the sweet potato cubed beget in the oven to bake, and the mash potatoes to reheat. Raced back to the yards, phew! The horse has finished his tucker… Washing him down and put him out for the night before racing back home for a quick shower. Who wants paddock in their dinner? Kelsie was super excited to see me.
Then back to the kitchen. To cook the steaks, the pasta carbonara, the zucchini the mushroom gravy and to dress a pavlova.
Dinner was a success too. So I am feeling fairly confident just at present.