Farm Life (part 2)

In my previous post, it was 2:30pm and the heat was relentless. I still had to go to work. Readying myself to suffer through another scorching shift, I headed for the work ute. And then, at 3pm, the weather changed.

 

The sky turned dark. The wind picked up even more and turned cold, the rain close behind. Heavy drops splattered across my back. I ran for the ute, Sparkie behind me. The first roll of thunder came just after I closed the door.

The rain poured down. The windscreen wipers were barely able to keep up as we drove to the cowshed. Five minutes later, though, the rain stopped. The sky lightened. Daddy got on the motorbike, Sparkie and me on behind, and headed down to the paddock to bring the cows in. The rain had forced the temperature down, and both Sparkie and me were keen to work. And then the next band of rain arrived. I wasn’t even wearing a jacket, and my jeans and t-shirt were quickly soaked through. Water dripped off the peak of my cap – a hat better suited to the hot weather I was expecting. Thunder rumbled in front of us, and then rolled around the back, spooking Sparkie. She’s better about storms than she used to be, but the unpredictable movement of the sound made her nervous. The cows weren’t moving towards the gate anymore, too interested in staying dry under the trees. I deployed Sparkie from the back of the motorbike, giving her the command to chase the cows. To my surprise, once on the ground, she ignored the pouring rain and the thunder, going straight into chase mode. The cows moved fast once they saw her approaching.

 

Sparkie’s a heading dog – she has no interest in nipping their heels. She goes straight for the head. At Beerajondo, when Sparkie was about 18 months old, she would pick out one slow moving cow and go for the head constantly, barking, cutting the cow off whichever direction it tried to move in. Now, she’s six years old and her brain’s matured. She uses a combination of eye and heading to control the herd. If a cow stops, looking back at her, Sparkie will lower her head, stepping slowly forward, her gaze fixed on the cow. On my command, she’ll run in, straight for the nose, skidding and turning aside when the cow looks away. She doesn’t bark so often now. Just the sudden lunge is usually enough to get the cows moving. Tess is a heeler, going in low on the ankle to nip. She’d rush in, low, snap quick and then duck as she scooted back to avoid the resulting kick. Sparkie only tried it once, back at Beerajondo, but her instinct only drove her to bite, not where or how. So she rushed in and nipped the udder. I quickly put an end to that, so now Sparkie doesn’t bite the cows at all. These cows are a mix of Jersey and Friesian – not the cranky beef types of Beerajondo – so the rough approach isn’t needed. Tess has to be muzzled to protect the cows.

So by the time we got the cows in, both Sparkie and me were soaked. It was alright for Daddy, he was wearing a waterproof jacket and waterproof pants. At least the wind had dropped between the showers. I stopped off at the house on the way back to the cowshed and changed into dry clothes before we went to milk. I also grabbed a jacket. At the shed, Sparkie got towel dried and sent to her mat. “That’s Victoria for you,” said Les, one of the other farm workers, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes. It’ll change.”

 

Today is a much cooler day, sunny and breezy.

Farm Life

On a dairy farm, you work on Christmas Day. You work even when it’s 40 degrees, and the motorbike seat is too hot to sit on, the water from the hose is warm and you burn your hand trying to close the gate. The flies are thick, constantly trying to get into your eyes and mouth. And the work never stops. Everyday the cows need to be milked, calves fed, roll out bales of hay into the paddock. Set up the gates for the next paddock. One of the cows is limping? You have to quickly write down her tag number so you can find her again in the herd of 360, because any injury or illness has to be checked and treated as soon as possible. The current sick/injured cows are in a separate paddock to the main herd, because several are on antibiotics, and we can’t sell their milk. You have to round them up and put them through the yards and check their numbers against the treatment records to see if they need another dose today. 

And then there’s the cats. They’re semi-wild, living up at the cowshed. There’s seven of them, and we’ve named them all, to keep track of which ones show up at feeding time and who doesn’t. There’s Jody, a tabby with white markings. She’s the friendliest, and let’s you pat her sometimes. Her kitten is Little Grey, named for his colour. “Tabby” is a solid tabby, no white. He’s getting tamer. Winter is a black and white, and pretty shy. “Queen B” is  mostly black with white markings, named for her bossy attitude towards the other cats. She’s the shyest around people though. The smallest cat is Swayze, a black kitten who just recently showed up. They all get a plate of food twice a day.

Today, when I got up at 8am to feed the calves, it was already 30 degrees. The cows didn’t want to the leave the yard, and Sparkie, who is usually super keen to chase them out, just wanted to go back to the shade. The flies kept biting her. The hot wind stirred up the dirt, and blew it straight in to my eyes. Without Sparkie’s barking, I had to make all the noise myself – yelling and stamping my feet and hitting the cows on the rump still isn’t as effective as a couple of barks from my dog. By the time we got the cows down the track, we were both covered in dust and worn out. Feeding the calves, I was sitting on the motorbike in the full sun, because if I got off the black seat would heat up so fast that within five minutes it would be too hot to sit on. The wind felt like it was burning my skin. I got back to the cowshed and gave Sparkie a drink, before drinking half a bottle of water in one go myself. Staying hydrated is important for both of us, but difficult when you’re working flat out in the heat. For some reason Sparkie only drinks the smallest amount of water to keep herself alive, so I have to take extra precautions. Sparkie got to hang back in the shade while we fed the calves, and hitch a ride of the back of the motorbike on the way back. When we got home she got a rinse in cold water before breakfast, and we’ve spent the rest of the day relaxing in the house, with air-con and cool tiles, and access to a drink – orange juice for me and cold water for Sparkie.

 

It’s now 2:30pm and 40 degrees. The air feels thick. The wind dries the sweat off your skin. The sky is hazy, but the fluffy clouds of an approaching storm are on the horizon. Hopefully we get a good dousing of rain to cool things down. I was outside for five minutes, letting Sparkie stretch her legs. When I came back inside, the metal buckle on Sparkie’s collar was nearly too hot to touch.

 

I have no idea why anyone would enjoy the summer.

(Sparkie doesn’t leave my side, even when I’m working on the farm. She rides in the tractor with me, on the motorbike, in the car. The only time we separate is during the actual milking, when she’s in the office on her mat.)

Christmas This Year

We finally got to move to the house on the farm, and we have friends staying with us for Christmas. The pile of presents under the tree is amazing!

 

As always the year seems to have flown by. We started 2014 in Benalla, VIC, struggling through weeks of over 40 degree heat. We went as far north/west as Mount Isa, and followed the east coast down to Colac, VIC.

 

It’s been another year full of ups and downs, good days and bad days, decisions, regrets, achievements, and family. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

 

“They said it's complicated
They said we'd never make it this far
But we are.” - Who We Are by Switchfoot

Crazy People

It’s been an interesting five weeks since my last post here. We got an interview for a job on a dairy farm, and surprise! We got it. The job was meant to be milking every weekend – Friday night, all Saturday and all Sunday. There were three other people on the farm – a couple and a single mum with two young boys.

For some reason the other workers hated us. They kept pushing down our hours, until we weren’t dong any work at all. The boss quickly gave us some maintenance work to do and put us on a good wage. Meanwhile the couple were verbally abusing him over the phone and in person, and badmouthing us to him.

The boss has a heart thing and isn’t doing so good, and all the stress was bad for him. So while we laid low he rounded up a couple of other guys, including two police officers for safety, and gave the couple their notice. Daddy’s taken over the milkings now, and hopefully we’ll get to move up to farm soon.

Meanwhile, the boss has given us the use of his ute and we are parked up at a place with space to run the dogs. We’ve even got out our agility gear again.

While all this was going on, I was trying to get Sparkie’s service dog ID. First it ended up at the wrong address, and then it got lost on the way to me. So we had to contact our trainer again and he organised another one to be sent. With our luck, at that time the only two people who could authorize it were on leave for the rest of the week. Finally, on November 17 our trainer received our ID and sent it via Express Post to me – which meant I picked it up from the post office today. We also have the videos from our Public Access Test, so hopefully at some point I’ll be able to put some of them up.

Aside from our new ID and badge, Sparkie also now has a pair of dog shoes to protect her feet from hot ground during the summer, a professional looking harness on the way, and some more patches to go on it.

Success!

On Wednesday, 8 October 2014, Mummy, Sparkie, and me went from Geelong to Burwood to meet our trainer. We rode four different trains on the way there, and one of our swapping stations was the busiest one in Melbourne (Flinders St Station). Sparkie easily passed her Public Access Test, and we rode three trains home. We were out for 12 hours and by the time we arrived home we were all exhausted.

 

We haven’t received the videos from the day yet, so here is some photos of us waiting for a train, and one of us on the train.

 

So now Sparkie is fully certified! We are still waiting on our ID card and some other bits and pieces, but we have Sparkie’s new coat.

We Are Unstoppable

On Monday we went to Melbourne’s CBD by train. It was Sparkie’s first train ride and she was such a good little girl!

The following is copied (only slightly edited) from my diary, so forgive the rambling!

“Up at 6:30am, on the road at 7:30. Made it to the train station on time, caught the 9:02 train. Sparkie jumped on like a pro, slept under my seat the whole hour and a half to Melbourne. The CBD is incredible. So many massively tall office buildings. And the people! So many people. First we went to the toilets, and then we had trouble finding any grass for Sparkie to pee on, finally found a gravel patch with some plants poking out and let her use that. The place we were going was on the tenth floor of a VERY flash building, revolving door, heaps of people in each lift. Sparkie handled it all perfectly. She had a bit of a goofy moment at one point, rolling around the floor. And then she fell asleep again. She woke up when my anxiety levels started to rise – she sat up and started nudging me and licking me. Love my little dog! When the session was over I took Sparkie to look out the window, she was fascinated by the tiny people way down there! We rode the lift back down, another eight strangers crowding in, and then outside. Back to the plants. And then back to the toilets at the train station. Went upstairs for a sandwich and a bottle of water, and downstairs to eat it. Sparkie's heelwork was amazing. I gave her a little drink using the empty plastic sandwich packet as a bowl, and also a tiny bit of crust. Before we went back on the train, we gave her another chance to pee but she didn't want to go. Then toilet for us and back on the train. Sparkie stayed awake for a while but eventually fell asleep. When we got back to Seymour I took Sparkie's coat off so she could sniff and be goofy while we waited for the other guys to pick us up. Took nearly an hour because Jessica had turned her phone's volume right down!”

Some short videos:

Sparkie riding on the train. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phaNJbJVD_U

And this is us crossing a road in the CBD on the way back to the station. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4a9sQTYSH8

 

On Friday we’re off for our Public Access Test, Sparkie’s final assessment to see if she’s ready to graduate from “in training” status.

(resting on her mat during a lunch break at Southern Cross Station before we caught the train home)

We are unstoppable
That's who we are, that's who we are
For the impossible
That's who we are, that's who we are

– Unstoppable, TobyMac

Hiatus

I’ve been neglecting this blog again. So many things have been happening. This post doesn’t mention them all.

 

On August 25, we decided to cancel the Superdog shows we had remaining for the rest of the year. Shortly after that we were all sick with the flu, and then we found another diesel leak! We got it fixed, but now the bus has developed a new rattle, which seems to be in the engine.

 

With the pressure off, life seems easier. Mostly. It’s giving me a chance to focus on Sparkie’s service dog training, and we’re on our way to Melbourne for our certification on October 3. Which puts more pressure on me. But whatever.

 

Will we ever do more Superdog shows? I hope so. We might do some small events next winter. I want to keep the places we perform at small and our performances low cost so there’s less pressure to perform perfectly. For now, we’re on hiatus.

 

And here’s a bunch of photos.