The Native Iowan

It’s a nice Wednesday morn here. Temps as high as 32c/ 90f. A nice breeze moves the air. The sun is bright, the pavement is quite hot, and its only about 10am.

I have successfully completed all house-keeping chores here at the Palmwoods Ranch. The full property has been mowed and tidied up. The big winds and storms from last week threw a large amount of branches and dead-fall about. All is clean and organised and shall be good for another week or two. Or until our next thunder storm.

I’ll hop in the Ural later in the day, run down to the farm for a couple weeks of solitude and bovine therapy. Joe has to drive south to NSW and visit his elderly mother. With almost 70 head of cattle, two dogs and two puppies, the farm requires daily attention.

It’s a type of attention that makes me feel good, it makes me hapi, it makes me feel useful… In the last 6 weeks we’ve had 7 calves born. In this calendar year we have seen 26 cows produce 30 calves. This means that 4 of our cows dropped newborns in January and then again in November. Tells me we have very good, productive cows and a very good and active bull.

I dig the shit outta the Animal-Husbandry side of farming. In our first 18 months of farming we’ve had a cow die during birth, and another 2 other calves die from complications. We’ve sold and bought cows aiming to get good stock. We’ve sold some that we bought and moved on some that were old or not prime.

Our herd now is very, very positive. Very productive.

So, as I sit, prepare to shift down to the farm for a week or so, I have the bluez on and am watching the impeachment hearings. I’m watching as Volker and Morrison get grilled. I watch as the DNC led hearing sets verbal traps for the witnesses. As they ask entangling and convoluted questions. Noting well that a misstep can lead to a life destroying perjury charge.

It’s a costly and time wasting farce.

How come the general electorate does not cry FOUL! Instead of playing these BS games why don’t we legislate, do some work, get something honest and productive accomplished.

And the beat goez on…

Some Picts from recent adventures…

Gotta love shiny old Trumpets…

1950

1959

Gracie out in the rain swinging her bush knife…

Took the boys out for supper in Toowoomba…

GG enjoying the pool…

More later