Showing posts with label really bad smells. Show all posts
Showing posts with label really bad smells. Show all posts

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Thursday's Country Life...Making Silage



They say a picture paints a thousands words...some of the words that this picture paints for me involve the detail that this man will not happily have his photo taken, so the fact that he's standing here, asking me to snap him in fornt of his forage sorghum crop tells me two things 1. He's pretty proud of his farming efforts and 2. He knew that in order to fit him and the crop in the one image, I'd have to be far enough away from him so as not to see his face! So, if you haven't worked it out...this is "Pa" with his awesome forage crop, which is in the process of being cut for silage...


 A little hard to make out here, but there is a silage cutter (a little along the same lines as a harvester - it's the green thing, spitting out finely chopped forage out the top), and a truck. The silage cutter drives through the crop, chops it off close to the ground, sucks it into it's beastly innards and chops and smooshes the forage plant into little pieces, then spits that out the top, into the bin of the truck, which drives alongside. Here, they are beginning the paddock.


And this is the very last little bit of another paddock. When the truck is full, he whizzes off up the road to the silage pit, where he unloads his bounty...


...and the tractor takes over. Here, the pit is full, so it looks more like a mound! That groovy little tractor has some very heavy weights on it and a nifty hydraulic 'pusher' thingy to move the silage around and pack it down as tightly and evenly as possible. (I think I should contact the contractors and see if they'd like me to write their advertising copy for them - I'm so good with all the correct terminology!). When the pit is full as can be (anytime in the next three minutes after this photo was taken), an enormous heavy plastic sheet is laid over the whole she-bang and held down with loads of old tyres, then you leave it...wait for a while for it to ferment and get all manky...and then it's great cattle feed!


This is how it looks fresh out of the silage cutter...It occurs to me that a photo of it after fermenting and turning into wonder weaner feed would be good...but can I stand the smell? Let me know in the comments if you really need a follow up to this to see how things change (and glean a greater understanding of the word manky)!

I'm off on an exciting adventure next week to teach a couple of workshops in Blackall! There won't be much blog action until I return, but you can be sure that when I do, I'll have lots to show you! I'm really looking forward to heading off on a road trip alone -I don't get much alone time...I wouldn't want alone time all the time, but I love to soak up just a little every so often!  I'm also looking forward to the fun of teaching something I love, and meeting more kindred spirits!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Here's how today started...


I don't go out mustering very often - in fact, I wasn't really mustering today. I was driving the Toyota along behind this mob, to give a ride to any babies who were having trouble keeping up...as it turned out, only one.

Cattle in the yards...time for a cuppa! ("Mum's got that bloody camera again...Take that thing away!")
The girls enjoy having their photos taken much more! Actually, I think they were only checking to see I hadn't stolen their babies...Oops! This little one crawled under the rail to find her mum...isn't that a sad sight? But she crawled right back again and continued hollering for the one soul in her world who could make everything right - and fill her tummy, of course!

The main reason for these photos is because I really wanted to share a different story - one you'll thank me for NOT photographing! On my return to our digs, I was met by the chewed off head of a wallaby - right at my back door. It was a bit reminiscent of Skippy meets The Godfather! And smell!!! Phew! There are currently 2 small dogs being questioned and DNA tested.....

I rolled right along to next job on the list - cleaning 'the quarters' for a young Swedish fellow who's coming to spend a few weeks in our employ...Upon opening the toilet door - I couldn't believe it...I couldn't breathe, either...A very big, very dead snake. And I thought the wallaby head smelled bad....One of the boys asked what kind of snake it was - I didn't hang around to do the DNA testing on that one...dead and big were more than enough information for me!

Not sure what makes me want to share all that with you...or what cosmic message the big guy upstairs is trying to send...what could it all mean? Maybe to appreciate that my olfactory senses are in really good nick? Perhaps a veiled reminder of the fragility of life (veiled in awful smell...)? Not sure I have any idea. What I do know is that life in the bush is wonderful - most of the time...and when it isn't, it isn't in the most convincing ways!