Excuse me, I have wind
We had a bit of a storm here yesterday. It didn't last very long, but it was fairly impressive all the same. We only got about 120 points here, whilst there was only 30 points over the cotton. There was quite a bit of lightning and wind to go with it. My lounge and dining room walls were facing the brunt of the wind. Both rooms have picture windows in them , the lounge window being slightly larger and the wall was flexing that much that the rain was coming through between the top of the window frame and the wall. The wind took the skillion off the side of the woolshed and blew one of the whirlybirds off my roof. We've been spending all day cutting up fallen branches and carting them away. To commemmorate this, I thought I'd show you a few old photos from a week or two ago.The first couple are from the north side of Dirranbandi. I took them on my way back from Gladstone.
On the way up to Gladstone, these were ordinary Coolibah trees. Then came a hailstorm...
This one is of the road between Bugilbone Siding and Pilliga.
It looks all nice and green, doesn't it? Until you realise that most of the green is the stuff below.
Don't know what it's proper name is, we call it roly poly and it is useless stuff, even rabbits won't eat it.
Just down the road from where I took those photos, there is some dryland cotton.
Looks like it was planted into wheat stubble. Grown as an opportunity crop, dryland cotton yields are much lower than irrigated cotton, but so are the input costs. Personally, I'd rather try sorghum.
Finally, just for Hooch here is photo of my ute, on the road next to the dryland cotton.
On the way up to Gladstone, these were ordinary Coolibah trees. Then came a hailstorm...
This one is of the road between Bugilbone Siding and Pilliga.
It looks all nice and green, doesn't it? Until you realise that most of the green is the stuff below.
Don't know what it's proper name is, we call it roly poly and it is useless stuff, even rabbits won't eat it.
Just down the road from where I took those photos, there is some dryland cotton.
Looks like it was planted into wheat stubble. Grown as an opportunity crop, dryland cotton yields are much lower than irrigated cotton, but so are the input costs. Personally, I'd rather try sorghum.
Finally, just for Hooch here is photo of my ute, on the road next to the dryland cotton.
posted by Dirk at 3:55 pm
7 Comments:
nice ute
Woohoo, and what a ute it is. None of this having to flash its muscles, it is quietly confident that when the job calls for a real ute, it's the ute for the job. hehehe
Rat,
ta.
Hooch,
are you talking about me or the ute?
dunno Dirk, which do you think it applies to more?
Hooch,
I'm too quietly confident to say, but it is very difficult to type whilst flexing my muscles.
Adie,
the Dirran pub has Les Norton memorabilia on the walls, they advertise Dirran as 'The home of Les Norton' at the entrance to town and to the best of my knowledge Barrett- who was a butcher from Bondi- has been there once, in the early nineties.
Tony,
I would have been sorely tempted.
Nice ute but something's missing...where's the dogs..? JAFA.
Actually JAFA, I went to see a lady about a dog yesterday, but they were all gone.
Ah well.
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