I’ve been trying to write this post since early yesterday morning, but our internet connection was down and somehow I never finished it. I haven’t posted about the farm in ages because we’ve been away so much. It has been raining heavily in most parts of the country except here with us. Every time rain is forecast it is scaled right back down on the day and we end up with nothing. The veld is greener than it was, but there is still very little food for the cattle and the wheat crop has suffered a lot. We had a few light showers over the weekend and yesterday so fortunately Quentin has started planting maize, but it will need to rain again soon for the crops to germinate properly.
Not very lush veld and wheat fields.
Here is a story to show you that a farmer’s work is never done, even on a Sunday. Start out thinking it’s going to be a relaxing day and before you know it a whole lot of work is happening!
We set off on Sunday morning to forage for wild plants that I want to use in a neglected area of the garden. Every time I go for a walk I notice new wild flowers that I would like in the garden, but I never have a spade or a bag handy. My beloved agreed to come along to dig in the hard dry soil.
Dainty white vygie thriving in the hard clay soil.
Some type of aloe.
A cow skull for our collection.
Shortly after leaving home we noticed that the sheep were grazing in the wheat, which is not a good thing. It would be worse if it was cows, but sheep can do damage too and they were not supposed to be in that field! We raced around trying to herd them back to where they were supposed to be, knowing that there was a gate open somewhere that shouldn’t have been.
Naughty sheep grazing in the wheat.
My beloved chasing sheep on a Sunday.
Back where they should be.
Making sure the gate is firmly closed.
Whilst herding the sheep we drove past a herd of our Boran cattle and stopped to check if everything was okay. They looked happy and content except for this little baby who was obviously standing in the wrong place at the wrong time and got shat on by his mother!
Wrong place at the wrong time!
Phew! Something stinks around here!
Then we were starting to get tired and the dogs were hot, so they went for a swim in the not-so-deep dam.
Then we noticed that the sheep had escaped again and the Boran bulls were in the wrong place too! So we drove all the way round the valley to find the open gate and chase the bulls back to where they were supposed to be, which is far away from the cows!
Act confident and pretend to know what you’re doing Marisa!
Chasing the bulls back through the open gate.
Then, just because we were already in work mode, we went to check on one of our Boran heifer cows who was close to giving birth. When young cows give birth for the first time they can experience problems so it is important to monitor them closely when the time is near. As it turned out she hadn’t calved yet, but there were a whole lot of other cute babies around. Visiting the Boran never feels like work and Quentin’s face lights up and relaxes the moment he sees his Boran beauties – unlike when he sees sheep grazing in the wheat!
Rose (MHB-06-05) with her new calf sired by Griffen (MHB 06-27).