On the weekend we had the blissful duty of farm sitting for the lovely couple who live across the road from Mr Sparky's parents on the tablelands. Now although Mr Sparky's family are still in the dairy game this farm no longer is instead they raise a mixed herd of beef cattle with breeds from Herefords (think the red and white cattle from The Man from Snowy River) to Devons which happen to have come from the property I worked on for the last few years, fancy that for a coincidence.
Can you spot the old dairy on the top of the hill. Mr Sparky took great pride in regaling me with tales of him working in this very dairy explaining the chaos caused when cows when through into the room with the milk vat instead of back out.
The views from the top of the hill where the house, dairy and road through is are spectacular. It looks straight down to a river flat and you can see forever it seems to mountains in the distance. The lush green just goes on forever melding into the trees and beyond. Even though the land is mostly cleared for farming the forest is fighting back always with ferns growing among the grass and scrub reclaiming cleared grassland. It really was like being on top of the world. I took photo after photo amazed at the immensity of it all and how small we are.
In the afternoon I could see the cows come up to be milked on the farm across the road (Mr Sparky's parents' dairy) between a break in the trees
While there we checked waters and cattle, looked after the garden and fed the animals.
While watering the garden the afternoon sun hit the water just right creating a rainbow over the veges.