On The Farm

My partner, Craig, happened to be raised on a cattle farm about half way to nowhere in NSW. His dad, brother, and nephews still live there and run the property. Going there makes you realize what it really means to know where your food is coming from. It’s one of the most beautiful places on earth, but it can be tough too. Trust me, once you’ve had a calf testicle thrown at you, you really get a new perspective on life….

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The Chocolate Easter Bilby: A lesson in Australian Wildlife

Last modified on 2011-05-03 01:19:07 GMT. 0 comments. Top.

When I first came to Australia and Easter came around, I got quite a shock. People do not colour easter eggs, but they do have like 2 extra holidays that we don’t get overseas. They also east shitloads of chocolate. Hooray! Also, something I wasn’t prepared for was this:

The Chocolate Easter Bilby

My inital reaction went something like this:

Its a chocolate easter bunny! Thanks! Wait a sec, this doesnt quite look like a bunny…I think they messed this one up, can I get another one?!

Its a what???

A Bilby?? Are you sure? I dont think thats an animal, haha, umm OK.

So, it turns out a Bilby is a real animal, not to be confused with any of these other Australian wonders:

brumby

bandicoot

kangaroo rat

echidna

Now the next time you visit Australia during Easter, you will be fully prepared when someone hands you a Bilby.

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Duck Duck, Goose!

Last modified on 2011-03-01 00:38:30 GMT. 0 comments. Top.

Going to the farm is always a beautiful(and long) drive, and when we arrive, we are usually, without fail, greeted by this:

Only more of a close up, in your face kind of greeting. Needless to say these geese are on my sh*t list. If you have never been around a goose, I assure you they are walking, honking, poop factories, and they can’t even fly(well not these ones)! So, I have a plan that one day, I will get one of these geese on the table…the kitchen table that is. I just have to figure out a way to make this:

look like this: Now some people on the farm are not a big fan of this idea, but I swear, once I hone my plucking skills, those geese are mine!

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Hey! It’s Hay…

Last modified on 2011-02-23 03:34:51 GMT. 0 comments. Top.

We took a trip to the farm this weekend just to get away from the city for a bit. On saturday, we decided to go “up the creek” to take some hay to a few steers. Anytime we go “up the creek” I dont really know what it means or where we are going, but I know it will be far away. Craig’s dad runs a property that is like 15,000 acres or something ridiculous, so usually going anywhere means a good 20-60 minute drive. So we loaded the ute up with Hay and dogs..

and off we went. About 45 minutes later, we spotted 2 wild dogs running up the hill(thats like a coyote only with an australian accent). Of course Craig, being the ruthless hunter that he is, relished the opportunity to take one down to save the precious cattle. But unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be, and we kept on going.

Soon, we came upon something that I never, ever thought I would see, being at least 2 hours from a paved road. This.

Of course I said, What the Heck?! Craig said that the guys that used to work that property had left it there as a lunch truck! Whatttt?! Weird. Soo, onward to the steers! We finally got there and they were oh so happy for some hay. So was the horse, I gave him extra, but don’t tell anyone.