Easter on the Central Tablelands is mostly a great time of the year; autumn leaves falling, a distinct bite in the early morning air and the promise of winter woollies being close at hand.
I hope my readers and their families enjoy the peace of the Easter season.
FOR a real country outing on Easter Monday, why not try the Tarana charity yard dog trials at the Tarana Pub, with an 8am start, local, novice and open sections and entries made on the day.
All money raised will go to kidney research. If the dog trials aren’t your scene, you will love the meals at the Tarana Pub.
MUCH surveillance activity across many districts is being generated by traces from properties where virulent footrot has been identified.
Authorities had hoped that this very costly disease had almost been eradicated, but recent outbreaks have given us all a heads-up to be extra careful of straying stock and faulty boundary fences.
The age-old remedy for an infected flock has been to sell your problem to the butcher and replace with disease-free animals.
With many replacement ewes being in the $150-$200 price bracket, the buyer would need much courage and a banker who genuinely loved him.
MOISTURE stress is starting to be obvious on the great germination of clovers across much of our district, particularly on granite and slate soils.
Pastures look really good at 7am after a heavy dew, but by about 3pm we notice the need for more general rain.
The localised storm at Rockley village late last week that brought 80mm of rain and heavy hail would have boosted crops and pastures in a small area and I hope storm damage was limited.
Big road trip
RIGHT at the top of the Auctions Plus sheep and lamb sale report for last week was the online sale from Tambo, Queensland of 1200 merino wether lambs, 12 months, 46kg, liveweight, 40mm skins, sold for $122.50.
The buyer of these young woolgrowers has trucked them just over 1500km to his property in central Victoria.
We would guess that the young wethers would sleep well after a B-double ride of that distance.
WHEN George’s son arrived home, his wife looked smug. She said: “A woman came to our door and was collecting for the retirement village; I gave her George.”
A lady tells this after-cyclone story. The flooding rains went on all day, followed by roaring winds that de-roofed some houses close by. A distinct calm followed for an hour or so until the dreadful gales returned with torrents of more rain. Through all this my hubby stood and stared at the window for many hours. When the gale finally died down I opened the door and let him in.