Evening on the banks of Red Hole.
Recently we went back to our favourite spot, Kilcowera, to lend a hand and generally enjoy life on a cattle station.
I have always enjoyed fencing for some reason. It must be the pace. You cannot work any harder, or faster than the fence and terrain will allow.
The fence with a lean to it.
The fence line here is about 200km, and was erected many years ago to be rabbit proof, and dog proof. It makes it a lot of work to maintain, and frankly would not keep either out.
David and Greg straining the fence.
The terrain is tough and its a credit to Toyota that "old Whitey" still gets through with a full load of posts and wire. Greg puts it into all manner of wash-outs, and pushes scrub over with ease.
Sand Monitor.
Whilst working this chap walked up to us as bold as brass and spent the entire time supervising our progress. Chestnut-breasted Quail Thrush were also a delight to see.
A couple of sandwiches and a hot cross bun washed down with a cup of tea was the order of the day, as we progressed along the line.
I must confess I love the contrast of colours.
The red, green, blue and mauve of an evening as we returned to the shearers quarters was a constant delight "I felt nature had let me intrude"* (* quote from the song Droving Woman).
By evening a couple of beers and a meal with friends brings a contentment city folk seldom obtain.
Next Post- birds seen, and some old properties that are in the first stages of neglect.