A few days ago I paid one of my biannual visits to friends at Dyraaba in northern New South Wales, about half an hour’s drive out of Casino. They have a 240 acre property there, where they run 30-40 head of cattle and half a dozen horses.
It looks idyllic, but the beauty of this photo belies the amount of work it takes to keep a property like this running smoothly. To add to the workload, when the couple moved here four years ago, the paddocks were overgrazed; fireweed, blady grass and lantana were rampant.
Four years of hard yakka has pulled the property back into shape, with improved pastures on the flatland, hardly a fireweed in sight, and very little blady grass. One more year should see the last of the lantana.
That’s the extra work, of course. Just everyday running of a place like this involves so many things that owners have to keep on top of. There’s worming, earmarking, drenching, dipping and hand feeding of stock during drought, the keeping up of miles of fences, sitting up nights with calving cows, saving stock from wild dogs, etc. etc. Some winter nights when the dogs are bad, you can hear them howling in the distant paddocks like something out of Dr Zhivago.
Some people on a neighbouring property have filled in the wetland where black swans used to come every year. Now my friends have swans gracing their biggest creek.
It all looks very idyllic, as I said, but the work required would stimey most people. In summer you need to be in the paddocks by 4.30 a.m. at the latest, so you can get in a good six hours toil before the heat hits. From noon to four, the fields are impossible. However, work can recommence at 4.30 and go onto until night falls. Winter is different, of course, but those early mornings are mighty chilly; it was 6 degrees C when I was there.
All in all, it’s a beautiful place to visit, but not a place to live if you shy away from hard work. Fortunately, both my friends are tigers for punishment and thrive on the lifestyle.
Having worked with animals all their lives, they understood when they bought how it would be, and so didn’t suffer the fate of many tree changers who move from the city to the bush, chasing the dream.
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Many thanks for the reblog, Louise. I haven’t forgotten about that review of your latest novel, by the way, things have just got a bit hectic. I will get to it.
Wow, 249 acres! We have 15 and that’s hard work at times. With all the deluge yesterday and last night, a portion of the edge of our driveway washed away. Nothing compared to some poor souls. Your friends have done a brilliant job on restoring their property.
They really have, Louise, and they love every minute of it. Take care on that driveway.
Looks like Australian lantana and American lantana are two entirely different species. Ours has heads of multiple small florets.
Ours has, too, Catana, and many decorative varieties of it are grown in pots; it is very pretty with many different colours available from yellow to lavender and everything in between. But the big lantana that grows in the scrub is a different variety – might even be a different species, for all I know – and it’s really hard to eradicate.
But….but….you forgot the ragweed and the bracken fern and the nightshade and the smartweed and the cotton bush and the tobacco bush and the poisonous river buttercup and….and…. 😉
Too true …