FARM FRESH
We knew we were getting close to the Dring family farm when we passed Dring Rd.
When we arrived at the farmhouse all was quiet. The local footy team had won the grand final the previous day, so there hadn't been much sleep in the household that night. An early night was followed by a big day out on the farm.
The kids started the next day at sunrise. They were in the vegie patch collecting fresh salad and vegetables for lunch and dinner. Then they pulled the weeds to feed to the ducks.
So off to the chook pens to feed the ducks, chickens and geese. And collect all the eggs. Some eggs were for eating, and others were put into the incubator to produce chicks to sell at market.
Before we knew it, we were all in the ute ready for a farm tour. Kids were loaded in the back with Arnie the dog, some water bottles and a bag of fruit - grown ups in the front. We drove around the paddocks learning about wheat, barley, canola and sheep.
Gavin stuck to Roger like glue. Chatting for hours. Checking out all the very big, very expensive, very green machinery in the shed. They even went to town for some supplies, so Gavin got to meet some more of the locals (although most were still recovering from the footy). It must have looked cute as they are about the same build, and had matching hard yakka shorts and kharki shirts on.
Late afternoon the boys all went out shooting. The hope was to clear the paddocks of a few Roos, hence providing the farm dogs with some food. But the Roos were hiding, so they just did some static target practice.
Dinner was served. Fresh lamb chops and chicken, accompanied by fresh vegies from the garden.
We knew we were getting close to the Dring family farm when we passed Dring Rd.
When we arrived at the farmhouse all was quiet. The local footy team had won the grand final the previous day, so there hadn't been much sleep in the household that night. An early night was followed by a big day out on the farm.
The kids started the next day at sunrise. They were in the vegie patch collecting fresh salad and vegetables for lunch and dinner. Then they pulled the weeds to feed to the ducks.
So off to the chook pens to feed the ducks, chickens and geese. And collect all the eggs. Some eggs were for eating, and others were put into the incubator to produce chicks to sell at market.
Before we knew it, we were all in the ute ready for a farm tour. Kids were loaded in the back with Arnie the dog, some water bottles and a bag of fruit - grown ups in the front. We drove around the paddocks learning about wheat, barley, canola and sheep.
Gavin stuck to Roger like glue. Chatting for hours. Checking out all the very big, very expensive, very green machinery in the shed. They even went to town for some supplies, so Gavin got to meet some more of the locals (although most were still recovering from the footy). It must have looked cute as they are about the same build, and had matching hard yakka shorts and kharki shirts on.
Late afternoon the boys all went out shooting. The hope was to clear the paddocks of a few Roos, hence providing the farm dogs with some food. But the Roos were hiding, so they just did some static target practice.
Dinner was served. Fresh lamb chops and chicken, accompanied by fresh vegies from the garden.
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