Still nuthin'
Day Something of the geat creativity drought and I still got nuthin'. So, a brief update of things around the farm:
We trucked out 120 steers that had been on oats for about seven weeks yesterday as the market is up and we made more profit that way than we would by putting them through the feedlot. The same trucks that took those steers out brought in 160 more that we bought on Friday from a bloke further west who is running out of feed. They were argumentative little buggers, too. Not cranky or aggressive; they just didn't want to do what they are told. When they are that small they are able to turn around in the race without too much effort. It's a lot harder to turn them back around. Then the NLIS reader didn't get a couple of them so we had to put them all through again. Bugger.
The shed's finished, sort of. We haven't poured the floor yet, but there are more important things to do. Such as get the planter ready for, well, planting obviously. We have hardly any water so we are only planting 350 acres, down from 2,500 last year. At least irrigating will be easy. I'm trying to talk the boss into planting a paddock with all of our leftover seed from previous years, giving it one water to get it going and then letting it fend for hitself. He's resisting, but I'm persuasive.
We trucked out 120 steers that had been on oats for about seven weeks yesterday as the market is up and we made more profit that way than we would by putting them through the feedlot. The same trucks that took those steers out brought in 160 more that we bought on Friday from a bloke further west who is running out of feed. They were argumentative little buggers, too. Not cranky or aggressive; they just didn't want to do what they are told. When they are that small they are able to turn around in the race without too much effort. It's a lot harder to turn them back around. Then the NLIS reader didn't get a couple of them so we had to put them all through again. Bugger.
The shed's finished, sort of. We haven't poured the floor yet, but there are more important things to do. Such as get the planter ready for, well, planting obviously. We have hardly any water so we are only planting 350 acres, down from 2,500 last year. At least irrigating will be easy. I'm trying to talk the boss into planting a paddock with all of our leftover seed from previous years, giving it one water to get it going and then letting it fend for hitself. He's resisting, but I'm persuasive.
Went to St. George with The Young Bloke on Friday night. My liver may never be the same again. It was amusing to see a young wannabe pants bandit in action. Well, attempted action, anyway. Apparently one of the barmaids was seventeen. I thought that you had to eighteen to work in a pub 'less you were related.
Work beckons so it is that I must leave you (typed in my best John Laws voice.)
(Work is a sponsor of mine.)
posted by Dirk at 1:45 am
2 Comments:
Dirk... You may not think so, but that's pretty interesting.
There is no requirement for pub staff to be 18. This is a common myth, possibly based on the legal requirement that to be in a hotel as a PATRON, one must be 18yo.
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