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Living Rural - November 2006

Fighting fire with fire

November 24th 2006 07:21
fighting fire with fire
Fire breaks around the yards - Photo by Simon Hobbs

It’s November, and that means that thoughts turn to preventative measures for the fire season. The hot east winds have given their warnings and the paddocks have lost their green tinge.

Early morning calls on the fire radio need to be answered so that the district knows who is available if a fire goes up. Here they check the weather forecasts and decide on the danger level for the day. If there is a fire ban that means there is no harvesting or even driving in the paddocks for the day.
The ute has its tank of water in place and the farmer’s special fire suit and boots are within easy reach. Even the farmer’s wives had added a couple of extra cakes and loaves of bread to the freezer in case they have to help feed fire fighters at some time over summer.
November is the time to fight potential fire with fire. Fire breaks need to be burnt around the house and sheds. So on a clear still evening out come the fire lighters and slow trickling fires make their way around the wood heap, under the trees and perilously close to the garden fence. Usually there are a few “words” said when another struggling shrub is singed, but a well directed hose amends the situation.
Around the sheds and near the machinery the ground turns black until a squirt of water draws a line in the sand. A night watch is established to ensure the job is completed.

Neighbours may help neighbours is this work and groups meet in the towns to burn vacant blocks and grassy verges. As the month ends a light plane will sweep over the property – checking that the work has been done.
These are the responsibilities of the farmers, fire officers and the local Shire – to protect their property. They know what fire can do as most have seen its ferocity and unpredictability.
Yet they cannot control Reserve areas under the control of Government Authorities that have not been cleared of their thick, dry undergrowth. They cannot control the neglected and dilapidated electricity power lines that may spark in the wind. They cannot control the careless smoker or camper or those who deliberately light fires. Nor can they prevent a lightening strike.
So they wait and hope and pray that the gods will continue to rewards their efforts to protect their homes and that this year is free of menacing smoke on the horizon.
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Faith

November 19th 2006 08:58
Faith
"branches stretch heavenward"

Faith

The tree stands tall and immovable.
One branch is child-reach from the ground,
Bending and twisting upwards.

Other branches stretch heavenward,
Remembering their maker,
Reaching out in praise.

You have to be a child to climb that tree.
Starting out from where you stand,
Reaching out .....
And stepping on to that first branch
Within your reach, above the ground.



I hope you are able to reach out in faith in your life. Bumpkin.

Poem taken from my self published book "Barriers Broken". Please feel free to share this poem using the appropriate acknowledgements
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Hen House Happenings!

November 17th 2006 01:37
Hen House Happenings
A broody/moody hen


I have long believed that hens had absolutely no personality and are animals of very little brain. But I am prepared to say I was wrong. The more I observe them the more I see the differences between them.
I’ve been taking them some weeds lately and watching how they handled them. Firstly there’s the solitary black chook – the old girl who keeps to herself and manages to do quite well without fussing at all. There’s the silly white chook who has to scratch up everything before eating it and ends up with only a bit left in her sights. But at a closer look she is not so silly – by scratching the weeds she is getting the tiny white seeds that fall on the ground. However a young brown chook also scratches things up but sends everything flying in the air and spend the next ten seconds looking around to find out where it went! I wonder if she has enough brain cells to learn!?
One of the other chooks is a bit more sensible. She stands on one end of the weed and eats the other end. However another chook pecks off a great long stalk and spends the next five minutes trying to eat it without chocking. And finally you have the silly threesome, who meet you at the gate, get under your feet all the way in and then leave the scraps to the other chooks while escorting you out again. If they are expecting an extra personal treat they are sorely mistaken.
At certain times of the year hens get in a foul (excuse the pun) mood when they decide to brood. Wikeopedia tells me that they aren't supposed to brood but my chooks enjoy brooding together. Perhaps they are just in a bad mood because they will never experience sex! One starts - stops all the others from laying eggs because it is sitting on the nest and no one is bright enough to make another nest and so they all stop laying and brood or mood together. This can go on for weeks and I have yet to find an experienced farmer’s wife who can give me a cure.
Still despite what appears to be silliness in most cases, I have to give my hens one gold star. I am pleased to report they have out-smarted the crows. As I mentioned in my Birds of the Bush story, crows are the most cunning bird there is. “Given half a chance they will find a way to take all the chook eggs, sitting in a nearby tree waiting for the hen to cluck once! If the farmer even goes to the gun cabinet and turns the key, the crows seem to know and if he takes one step in their direction – they are off.”
However, my clever chooks have shifted their nest under some wire far enough in so that no crow can get at it! The fact that I have to scratch my hands whenever I go to get the eggs is minor recompense for those clever chooks doing what I couldn’t do – sending the crows packing! Anyone want a fresh egg for tea!

Picture from Wikeopedia "Hens"
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Recycling in the Bush

November 13th 2006 09:19
Recycling in the Bush
That Versatile Front-end loader
When I go to the city I envy those people who faithfully put out their two – and sometimes three bins – one for paper and grass clippings, one for bottles and plastic and one for the land fill items. How neat and pristine it all is and how good it must feel to be able to make those choices.
But what can a farmer do? Certainly he can take some items to town if there is a recycling station there. And yes he willingly cleans and recycles Chemical containers. But what else does a farmer do to recycle?
1. Feed all the suitable food scraps and many weeds to chooks – they will turn anything into eggs. Alternatively mix with sheep or cow manure and straw and make compost


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A guide to speaking farm jargon

November 9th 2006 04:44
There is the tale of the little girl who happened to have relatives on a farm. So when the teacher of her city school started to discuss gender of animals – eg Cow/bull, Ram/ewe etc she piped up with “and then there’s the wethers”.
“Oh!” said the teacher innocently, “What’s a wether?”
“It’s the males what have had their bits cut off.” came the confident reply


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Man's best Friend

November 5th 2006 08:45
man's best friend
Statue of collie-tribute to sheep dogs Lake Tekapo N.Z.

You know that thing about the sheep dog being the farmer’s best friend! Well, I’d have to agree. The dog is. That is if a friend is someone who will love and forgive you whatever you do and say to him and continue to serve and come back for more even when they have been misunderstood all day.
I mean to say, how is a dog supposed to know what to do when the rules keep changing? Usually when they are sent out into the paddock the aim is to get the whole of the mob of sheep in as quickly and as efficiently as possible. Sure they can usually get away with peeling off a couple of stupid sheep for a bit of extra chase – provided they eventually get them back with the mob. It’s called fun! Besides, a dog doesn’t want to make the job look too easy. They want the farmer to realize that with such stupid sheep, he could not manage without his best friend


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Who is Australia's Neil Diamond?

November 4th 2006 08:11
Neil Diamond
Cover Neil Diamond's Rainbow Album



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Thought to chew your cud by

November 2nd 2006 01:11
Thoughts to chew you cud by
Cattle watching the traffic


Thoughts to Chew your cud by
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