Days like this
We are having a weirdly wet winter here in Central Queensland at the moment.
Not epic, flooding wet, just drizzling, mizzling weather that is enough to prevent most of the serious cattle work being done. Usually our seasons give us damp summers and dry winters.
It’s preg-testing time, now that our weaners are all off their Mamas and settled into their new paddocks – where Mr Incredible dons a singlet and a long plastic glove (well a series of long plastic gloves) and checks to see which of our cows is ‘in calf’ (or ‘pregnant’ or ‘up the duff bovine-style’.)
But instead, he is doing some ‘shed work’ (this is a term used by most bush men when asked what their rainy day chores might be – in my husband’s case, he is ACTUALLY building a shed. Luckily he is up to internal walls, so it is a dry job!)
I am trying to complete my end-of-year financial work for our business (the least appealing chore), getting the mountain of washing done (post-visitor and post-machine breaking down for three days), keeping three holidaying kids amused with inside activities, and FINALLY doing the photobook from our American trip (I know – I admit there is some googling of place names!). I decided none of this appealed yesterday, so I gathered the kids (including Jeanie’s Salina) went to town.
Over a red dirt/mud road.
Yup. Ticked off groceries, vet supplies, rum stores and video borrowing. Added ‘wash car’ to ‘to do’ list!
Then I decided (seeing as how none of the other stuff on my list had been started anyway) I’d try to find something pretty and wet.
Our houseyard fence. Kinda like a music sheet, no?
A branch on the Flame Tree (last featured here in its autumnal splendour) – now almost devoid of leaves, but sporting many drips instead!
How I yearn for a macro lens at moments like this.
(On second thoughts, maybe not. My book-keeping jobs might NEVER get done.)
A very wet wither belonging to Holly, a sweet black mare who snuck into the house paddock yesterday.
Some of the little weaner bulls whom I have yet to ‘handle’. (They are usually brought into the yards and encouraged to eat sheafs of hay from my hand – in this case the dude on the left had already been in with the first mob of 15 and knew the drill. He was waiting for sight of a human to put on his best ‘forlorn wet baby bovine’ face to encourage me to bring him a treat. I wonder who trains whom sometimes!)
This is one of the boys we took to Beef 2012.
He is quite used to posing for the camera, although I suspect he did wonder what on earth I was doing as it drizzled rain and I failed to bring him any treat. Apparently, that is not in the agreement we had. He looked very disappointed. And wet.
I know. Not the way the majority might look on gloomy weather?
As my husband often says:
‘You see the world a WHOLE different way to most people, y’know.’
Like that’s a bad thing? Heh.
A couple of questions for you:
Is it drippy in your world?
What do YOU do to avoid the boring tasks in your life? Or at least make them a little more appealing?