More than miles

Old books filled familiar places to inspire future thinking. Filled with the thinking of the time, an old Farmer's Weekly provided advice to fix anything, while the old show results of another show provided hope for progression of breeds often ignored now. History stored for another day, wondering when it will be acknowledged and learnt from.

Meaningful Lyricism

Cattle bids made the auctioneer sing of prices not so bad, as he danced with an old rogue steer around the pen. The silent manoeuvre renders the crowd quiet, as the Boorowa lad lets out a familiar call, mirroring his late Dad. As the murmuring heartbeat starts again, the bustle continues on- this pen makes way for the next, the bidding starts again.

Heavy Horses and Merino Memories

Counting time on through events, reminds me of the ticking stopwatch used to count grain. The contrast of hard hands to tie off fence wire, yet soft enough to cradle lambs and handle sheep. Although 12 months has passed, it's hard not to still feel your presence. A cracking season, healthy lambs and wool amassing faster than the period before. Still caretaking, still managing the landscape. The Quiet Stockman.

Running.

This week started with some rain soaked fencing with Nan, working down on the other block to build a holding pen. It was then to Canberra for a road trip on Saturday before feeding sheep on Sunday.

Shooting Star Wishing

Travelling along freeways carved in my mind from years of travel, although frequented less often, country music murmurs in the background. Heading back down to Sydney during my weekends isn't normally my idea of fun, but MeatStock opened up a new perspective. Cue bearded bloke heaven.

12 months on.

A stiller Autumn night pauses the street, as crickets chirping to nature's heartbeat is met by a subtle acoustic country track playing. A year has passed since the first blog, as new memories become stored to make our house a home. So, what have I learnt?

Homestead dreams

This week has naturally focused on Polly, who has slowly started blending into everyday life around here. At times, her instinct has had her rounding up sheep in the backyard and at others calming her puppy ways to connect with a child. Then come the puppy terrors and the occasional need for affection.

Farm IT

Anachronisms created mixed feelings this week, focused on farming across seas. While being exposed to some of the newest ag-tech at the MobileTech Conference this week in New Zealand, it's hard to remove the thought of Braford cattle roaming ancient Worimi country and Clydesdales pulling antique carts. Tech, or no tech, this joy keeps me awake at night.

Clicked

I'm sitting in our new home. Views of the Buccan Buccan play through the rear windows as paint lines walls throughout. A soft breeze continues to provide life and flow here. Each breath an opportunity for new life.

Embracing Simple Living

Having returned from holidays and now being in the second week of work, it's hard to think of what the bustle was like before taking time off. I remember feeling frustrated in the local coffee shop when it took more than 5 minutes to get a coffee, wondering why it took substantially more time than in the city. I wonder about the small talk, the slowing walking pace on the streets, others knowing the family links and actions even before me.

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