What a difference a week makes.
Eighty-eight millimetres of rain emptied from the Bottle Tree rain guage during this weekend's visit. And though falls of over five hundred mils were reported not far from us, only forty-nine fell at Rock Wallaby.
Meatworks cattle were trucked.
Late afternoons enjoyed.
Fat heifers admired.
Unfit horses ridden.
And the very last of the calves branded.
Sally has had a very rough weekend, as sick as I've ever seen her. Burning fevers resulting in sleepless nights and quite likely a doctor's visit tomorrow.
Our weekend's are never dull.