It was a special day today, a long awaited project was started in the salt patch. A solution of Worm Poo tea was sprayed into the tree area with the hope that is will kick start the soil microbes and we will see a general improvement of the area. We are hoping to improve the plant carrying capacity of the two and a half hectares with a view to using the mini paddock as emergency stock feed. The aim is to be able to have lots of fodder bushes and grasses and a general reversal of the salt scalding. By planting the various varieties of salt bush, we hope that the area will never revert back to being salty either. Then the soil microbes can get to work in keeping the less salt tolerant plants alive like gum trees, tree lucerne and grasses.
Maybe it wasn’t raining ALL day. But waves of rain clouds kept rolling on by, drenching us before clearing to sunshine, then rain over again. We recorded 29mm yesterday. There’ll be more to record today too. This creeks are gushing. The ground is squelching. Its Oilskin time for both of us.
Why did we work sheep today? I need to take about thirty to the sale yards. drop of is on Monday, sale is on Tuesday. So it had to be done or wait a week. We were pretty drenched afterwards including dog who was both drenched and covered in sloppy sheep poo. She got a quick shower before being allowed in the car and consequently the tiny house.
It was good to get the sheep off to market. it sure took a lot longer to get sorted than we would have liked. So we had half roast chicken for dinner as I was too late home to do a full roast.
Friday: The farmer loaded the ute early today and I did a load of washing in the old machine with the old generator on. Parker has managed to sell sixty bags of wheat this week. That’s a ton and a half. So this ute is definitely earning its keep
I’m almost living in my wool poncho at the moment, Thought I’d capture a record of how long my hair is when wet.
Saturday: I GOT A JOB! Ok so its only one day a week for now, however its a start. Also it’s working with my sister so we can car share to work. Very cool. This was the sunrise at work. I made a special: savoury or sweet scones. Cos I make good scones.
SUNDAY It’s a wet day . Rain came falling softly on the tiny house. The loudest feature of the rain was the water gushing from the gutter next to our bedroom as we haven’t yet got tank to collect rainwater.
I enjoyed a morning on bed. Yep, on bed.the warmest, driest, and lightest lite place to be is in the bedroom, so there I sat and relaxed after a big day of work after a recently healing back injury. I am learning the art of healing times. The Farmer wandered up to his shed to use it in its originally intended function: a dry place to work on vehicles and farm stuff.
But alas my rest was shortened by an emergency call from a stranded damsel in distress and I was called to the heroics of big sisterhood along with her cat and my dog to get her car started and home once more.
It was then we discovered that the tiny house is definitely quieter than the shed. What a crazy idea that was… what idea? the notion we had of joining a family Zoom session on the Big Mac computer in the shed. Do you think we could hear any of it? not really. But it was nice to catch up with our siblings.
Not much else to report regarding Sunday other than were up to 17mm in the gauge with no sense of the raining coming to an end yet. I’ll give you the final measure tomorrow’s reading.
Fourth: I rise this morning mildly disappointed that today will not be the usual land care day: the family have another task to see to and so we are not planting, watering or spreading straw today on the quad bike. Not to worry! I head down to the tiny house to play with the shelves in the newly painted bedroom.
Then I take the quad bike for a spin anyway: all the cardboard from those shelves will be laid down in the salt patch as one more way to cover the hard, crusty baked and unloved land. We then add soil and straw over top. We hope this will help hold some moisture in the summer time.
I thought I’d share my current view when blogging. A big beautiful tree over yonder and a wide open shed door. I’m also freezing…
Nola and I went for a cuppa with a local friend. She lives diagonal farms away but 10 mins drive. Nola knows the trip well and insists on being allowed to run up the drive way to greet the dogs ahead of my arrival.
Fifth Did a job trial today…. more to follow.
Oh! And due to the fact that Parker and I made it home so “early” (and yeah all I really mean is that the sun was still up), we made the crazy decision to move our bed into the new bedroom.
It rained. I recorded 1.5 mm in the morning but the showers keep rolling in. The farmer reports that the gauge looked close to 10mm once the sunset and he came home. The final measurement will be provided later.
We really appreciate this drink. the Crops were just starting to look a little thirsty.
So far this year, our locality had reported a less than average year for rain fall. We are looking good for crops at this point however the question has been raised whether there will have been enough precipitation for stock keeping over summer. We have enough water to ensure the stock are not thirsty, but will there be enough grass?
Meanwhile, a mad dash has been going on most Tuesdays in the Salty patch of the farm. We are working at getting 300 plants into the ground: Oldman Saltbush, Silver saltbush, river saltbush, Salignas and Tree Lucernes. Mostly every thing is looking pretty good in there. The real test comes when it warms up whether we’ve planted everything where it can access ground water through it’s root system. Tomorrow, I expect to be over there working with my local family members.
It definitely is a blessing to be able to continue the work. for a few months this year, they weren’t able to even come to the farm as there was a Land division up between us. I ended up not seeing anyone other than one sister and the farmer for weeks on end. So I had to take up the weekly grocery acquisitions, just to get out and look at some different faces for a bit, if only 30 minutes. I worked out while I was at Alexandria, that I was fine living with the 10-20 odd people for 4weeks straight but I then needed to get off the property and go and visit someone fresh. Well here at Brookdale, I like having my second parents visit weekly, having Parker in the shed and my sister in her tiny house over yonder and fortnightly or so catch ups with a good friend and neighbour. I just wish I could purchase all the things I shop for in town online and have them ready for pickup when Parker comes home from town.
Western Australia has placed itself in a very precarious position. We have opened up significantly more than any other state. However, we are as safe as our boarder control is strong. One slip up and we’re gonnas. Done. K-splat. Poof. So I genuinely cherish having my weekly visits on the farm as I know we may not have them always this year. And I am grateful that I find peace and power in being a more solitary person. I don’t like to see my fellow mankind suffer under the burden of social distancing. all these hugs those people need from each other.
The time has come for me to start documenting some of my experiences of the CoronaVirus Pandemic 2020. For the most part, the virus has had very little effect on me. However, as it lags on, I am beginning to feel somewhat disappointed that we have not yet got this under control in Australia. I was genuinely hoping back in February that Australia would use our island boarders to our advantage. As a farmer, I had been closely paying attention to the destruction of the pork industry in china. Australia was on high alert fighting to ensure the disease affected the swine herds in the the northern hemisphere would not come to our shores or pass our excellent border controls.
And yet, I watched from a far remote cattle station as Covid-19 entered our shores, our schools, our work places and our nursing homes. My anxiety grew as I learnt that some of my closest relatives may be both out of work and at a high risk on falling quite ill if they contracted the virus.
Australia started responding. But it always felt too late. I knew we could never pull a total lockdown like the Chinese government enforced in Wuhan, but I expected we would need something as close to that as a democratic monarchy could legally enact. And I knew it in the early days of February.
Western Australia then got on board and the actions and decisions began flooding the news every day through March. I ended up racing home from the Kimberley just before the closure of our internal land divisions. For a short bit there I wasn’t sure both myself and Nola dog would make it in time. I could have ridden covid19 out on a cattle station if I had wanted, but its just not the life I pick now. I’m a farmer and a farmers wife in the wheatbelt of Western Australia first and a Station cook second.
April, May and June flew past and it looked like Australia had this virus in the bag. So I looked further afield to watch the world groan under the horror of a virus that loved to infect and transmit to all and sundry.
July came and rumours were floating about that Victoria was in trouble. But we struggled to contain it this time. Sure, I might be 4000 km away from the nearest case of community contracted virus, but my concerns are no different. No one in Australia is save while there is community transmission of corona virus anywhere.
So here I am. It’s August. My birthday month. And I’m looking at the probabilities of visiting my eastern states family this year: zero to none.
So it time to start recording some of it here. Lots of crafty social media influencers have been preaching about the need to document their every day stuff because “Folks, This is history in the making!”. They cottoned on to it in March. They also make a nice income from selling crafty products to the people stuck at home, so there’s that.
But my story is different. I have not really been “in lockdown” at all. Just a normal day on the farm, being my usual mildly antisocial self enjoying the isolation of living rurally.
However. I was hoping to visit family in the second half of this year. I was hoping more work would be available this year. I was looking forward to having the means to kick more goals out of the park this year. 2020 is a cool and easy to remember number so I was going to make it all mine.
Over the coming month, I will try for 5-6 blogs a week. I will also be sharing some of my thoughts, opinions and feeling in regards to this pandemic. Because I would like the personal record of this little bit of history. 2020 is now the globes year not mine.
More lamb learning, I have four surviving now. Lots of salt bush planting, we have more than two hundred to plant. Very glad Parkers mother could grow them for us in her little backyard nursery. A peak in the container that Parker and I will be moving into soon. And a lamb adventure to the other side to feast on some barley straw.