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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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