Right before we left our job as caretaker of the Goomeri Showground, after nearly eight weeks, we got a call from Tom, our former boss from Victoria. The guy who came in after we left was making a mess of the place and Tom was wondering if we’d be keen on coming back. Tom had sold the farm we worked on previously, and sent the guy to Tom’s son’s farm, because Tom’s son is now working on the third farm, where we stayed before and after our work at the main farm. Apparently this guy’s got a mind of his own and won’t listen to Tom anymore, and his girlfriend has no clue what she’s doing around stock, so the place is getting out of control. Just like last time. With no other plans, we said yes.
Eleven long days and two thousand stressful kilometres later, the journey is over. The grass is green here. We’ve had 20-25*C for the past three days, since we arrived, but it’s dropping down to 14 the day we start work.
We start work on Tuesday. They’re Friesian cows, not the brown Jerseys like the last farm. There’s 40-50 cows left to calve, and about 290 cows in total. I know Sparkie will be super excited to start work again. Although she may need a warm coat for getting the cows in at 5am, when it’s below freezing. My poor dog is sensitive to the cold.
