Firstly, saddened to farewell three decks of beautiful heifers to the feedlot, where after a hundred days of grain, will become grainfed beef.
Realistically, far too good to become steak burgers, these girls should have been breeders. Impeccable temperament and good types of heifers, unfortunately seasonal conditions and monetary requirements dictated these couldn't be kept.
And secondly I farewelled my two beautiful oldest daughters back to school in town.
Yet another weekend at Bottle Tree dealing with kids, dogs, weaners and fences. A nervous time mustering for the canine team when the big fella's packing a weapon. Meant for the increasing number of wild dogs, not the domestic variety.
Everything's been frosted, many dams are near dry, cattle are being moved, drought preparations are already underway.
School holidays are well underway with a series of dark-thirty starts to keep the troops appreciating their education. Weaning at Bottle Tree commenced over the weekend and much backing and forthing has since transpired, with feeding and working weaners on the daily checklist.
Cheeky out of season calves seem to appear every Winter reminding us that fences are no match for amorous bulls.
Grandad's pesky mountain cows, who can sometimes take a little persuasive encouragement to come to the yards were most capably returned to their paddock by the kid team having had weaners removed.
Two days later we were greeted by them back at the yards, bellowing for babies.
Looks like some more fencing and mustering on the agenda in coming days.
Mother Nature has been reminding us that Winter can in fact be experienced in the tropics,
this face indicating that perhaps a vest wasn't enough warmth on this frosty morning.