Back Outback

Some of you may have read my post on when I went contract mustering at the start of the year. Well not long ago we were called back up North to the station for the next lot of mustering. Minus the backpacker this time though, it was just the boss, Jackaroo, myself and a thousand head of weaners. Unlike last time, where we branded and marked these 1000 head of calves, this time we we weaning them – aka taking them off their mum.

Last time when the backpacker was helping out, he rode one bike, Jackaroo rode one bike and I took the cruiser round the paddocks. This time I was on the bike. As much fun as I had on the bike, I would be a happy Jillaroo if I could just stick to horses! Some properties use bikes and some use horses. It depends on what the owner wants, and what the cattle are used to. Most places you can’t just chop and change when you want. Believe it or not, a certain amount of education goes into cattle when they are weaned. They get taught to obey dogs, bikes or horses.

There was one paddock in particular which previously had a lot of trees felled and just left there. These are quite sizable gum trees that are now just laying in the paddocks. It wasn’t so bad when we went there at the start of the year when we were in drought and the grass was short. This time, the grass was covering the hundreds of logs laying in the grass. Some were small enough for you to hit at speed and bounce over, only 12 inches or so in diameter. Others… Well… I couldn’t see how big they were while I was flying over the handlebars, my apologies.

At one stage we were bringing 400 head of cattle along the fence in this paddock, taking them back to their home. The lead of the mob started to peel off the fence and run for (what they though was) their freedom. Long story short, I (attempted) to race up to turn them around, only to flip my bike 4 different times and eventually break the clutch on the bike. I was so frustrated! It takes a lot to get me angry, but I jumped up and kicked the nearest ant hill. Stupid ant hill. Haha! Next minute, Jackaroo comes hooting over to see if I was ok, and almost stacks it on the same obstacle I did. I better just add – it’s Australia, the animals are almost as crazy as the people. Ant hills are huge out west, rock hard and can be bigger than cars. This one was only a little one at just under half a metre tall and wide. I’ll get some photos next time I see a massive one.

My whole body ached, and that night when I stripped off for a well-deserved shower I could see that both of my legs from top to bottom were a rainbow of ugly, puffy bruises and scratches. Jackaroo got off pretty easily, though when I wasn’t stacking my bike, he was – and eventually ended up breaking the gear stick on his bike. I thought it was great, I got to get out of working on that paddock while I babied his bike home to get fixed by the station caretaker. Score!

I guess we were pretty lucky. No broken bones or worse! As I usually say; if I got a good story out of it, the pain was worth it.

Seeing the World Through Cow Poo Tinted Glasses

Spoiler – I got cow poo flung into my eyeball…

Every second Sunday we cart cattle for the sales. In case you don’t understand the slang – it means Jackaroo and I hop in a cattle truck, pick peoples cattle up and bring them back to the saleyards for the sales the next day.

We often have to deal with some snotty cattle, and it’s a long day generally, but we get to see some beautiful properties and areas. I love going trucking! Running around yards, climbing up the sides of the truck… It’s all fun and games until someone gets sloppy cow poo flung into their eyeball. I’m not a prissy lady, I judge how hard I’ve worked by how dirty I am. Poo in the eyeball is where I draw the line though.

Last time we trucked cattle, there was one lot who were particularly stirry (cranky). I was positioned at the back door so that when the cattle flew up the ramp I could shut them in quickly. When on the back door, you have to make sure that the cattle don’t try to run back down the ramp, so you keep an eye on them through the gap between the bottom of the crate. I generally wear sunglasses, but it had started getting dark so I took them off. BIG MISTAKE. When I was looking through the gap, a cow ran up into the truck, kicking a big bit of slop straight into my eyes! When I say kicking, I mean it was enough to leave a bruise and scratches. When I say slop, I mean 8hrs of cattle poo, pee and dirt from their feet all mixed up into a sloppy goodness. I did have a photo of my face, with the scratches and puffy eye, but I decided it was most unattractive and I would limit who saw me in that state.

The worst bit of the ordeal? Explaining to people what happened to my face for the following week…

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The Cat Who Thinks He’s A Horse

Good morning everyone!

It has been such a long time since I have told you a tale… I’ve had many adventures since you’ve last heard from me!

A few months ago I got a kitten. He is the only kitten of a Manx litter with a tail – go figure hey! He also has a lot of attitude. He was named Cash, though I just tend to call him Kitty. Very masculine, I know!

Although he was kept inside for a couple of weeks, he generally lives in the old dairy which backs onto the horse and cattle yards on the property. Since there is often horses in the yards, he tends to hang out with them during the day. He must hang out with the horses more than I realised, as it now seems he is turning into a horse.

One morning I walked out to feed the horses. At this time there was 3 weanlings (foals that are being weaned and halter broken) and my riding mare in the yards. We hadn’t had a beautiful sunny morning in a while, they were all laying flat on their sides lapping up the lovely warmth. I take a bucket of feed to my mare. I find the cat sunbaking with the horses! He lifted his head nonchalantly to look at me, as if saying “So what?”. I stood there laughing at the scene.

That same weekend we were halter breaking the foals. He strutted around them without a worry in the world. These were 6month old foals who had never been handled before. He is one brave little cat. Or maybe stupid… I guess it depends on the outcome! Haha!

The next week, I had brought in a two year old grey gelding named Comet to start breaking in. He had been caught every now and then to worm, but apart from that hadn’t been handled much. I washed him, put a rug on him and led him to his yard. When I brought him a bucket of feed not long later, Kitty followed me to the yard and immediately ran under the horse, swatting at his tail. Amazingly, Comet just stood there without a care in the world! The following day I started to teach Comet to walk up beside me. Generally when we lead horses, they follow behind us. Comet might end up being shown though, so I was teaching him to lead differently. With a lunge whip in one hand, I walked around the yard lightly flicking him on the hindquarters each time he fell behind. The flicking whip obviously caught Kitty’s attention as in a flash I started to feel something on the end of the whip. Next thing I know it, Kitty has taken off under Comet’s legs with the whip! Lucky Comet is quiet I tell you!

He’s a typical little boy this cat, he’s so small but has got the biggest amount of attitude. I think he’s going to handle life on the farm just fine. As for the horses, it’s not a bad thing having a little bundle of fur dodging around them – sure keeps them quiet!

Watch this space, I will be posting more stories of working adventures on cattle stations soon!