What’s in a name

The Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge: Magnificent

My besties small property is surrounded by a cattle farm. Many of my cattle photos are of the farmer next doors cattle. We were always in awe of a large black bull who sauntered around the paddocks, the other bull never seemed to mind or want to have anything to with him.

His ear tags have a lot of information coded into them. The numbers may mean the year of birth, a farm number some are herd identifiers as well as regulation ear tags. Well this big black bull has an ear tag with MM on it on one side. We wondered what name this magnificent creature had; that’s it! Mr Magnificent.

Here is Mr Magnificent just chilling in the warm sunshine on top of the hill. The MM is on the other side of the 2

One day the farmer was out walking the paddocks with a dog or two just checking on fences and going to move the temporary electric fence so the cows had a new pasture before calving. Of course we had a good old chat with Julie and I mentioned the big black bull as he was waiting first in line to get onto the fresh grass. I said we called him Mr Magnificent. Julie told us that he had been castrated because she fell in love with him and wanted to keep him but he was surplus to the herd. It was then she told us of his name. The big black bull’s name is Moo Moo.

I’ll just leave that there…..OK?

The cupboard’s journey

OK due to popular demand here is a bit more about the cupboard that featured on my Last on the Card post. My bestie used to like on an old property which had under gone a few changes over the hundred plus years of its existence. Like many farms back then they did everything on farm. Having a dig around the place there were old remnants of the farm. The old dairy bails were converted into a guest house.

The cupboard was made from the scraps of wood that was lying around and was in a bad condition. Unfortunately I didn’t take any photos before I dismantled it almost a year ago. I wasn’t going to make it any different than it was so I just basically put it back together again.

So this is a bit about what I did. The drawers didn’t work at all and I was told they never did.. A new bit for the drawers was made. You can see the damage to the wood but being old timber, it was surprisingly sound.

The new section for the drawers glued and clamped

The drawers are in good condition. The crack doesn’t go all the way through, it’s just on the surface of the drawers bottom.

Putting the top back on with some of the tools used to restore the cupboard.

Doors back on. My part of the history of the cupboard is the new hinges and barrel bolt. Even among the shelves, jars and boxes of old stuff I couldn’t find the right hinges or door closer that looked old.

The photo that started it all.

The other part of this shed project was the shelves. At one stage there was a set of shelves that sat on top of the cupboard. These shelves are now going to be stand alone shelves. This is the before

I knocked them apart, resized them, made a new bottom shelf from the wood of an old door

Gave the top a clean up and put it on.

Cut the timbers at the back and nailed them back on.

Various views

Apparently the doors never closed properly

Looking up at the Laughing Kookaburras

I was listening to the world outside. I heard a sound like someone gargling. Knowing I was the only one home at the time, I went to investigate. Yes as walking outside at my place could always be a photo opportunity, I had my camera.

On a branch was a young Laughing Kookaburra making the “I really am a Kookaburra….listen to this” absolutely weird sound. Not a moment later came the sounds of a real Laughing Kookaburra. Here let me tell you what I was told happened.

“Hey, is anyone here?”
“I’ve got lunch.”
“Have you seen how fast these blokes go?”

“Hello…..”
“I thought you were hungry?”
“Look what I caught.”

“I know you’re here somewhere.”
“Did you fly over there?”
“These taste real juicy.”

“Is that you?”
“I’m sure I heard something”
“I bet he’s playing a game with me.”

“Here….have a look at this;”
“It is so wonderful tasting.”
I am just going to have to eat it ALL myself!”

“No Dad….don’t do that.”
“I’m here.”
“I’ll have some dinner please.”

“Well then……..you better get over here as quick as you can.”
OK Dad….here I come.”

and that is the story of the Laughing Kookaburras on a tree just off my verandah

I am sure some would have noticed that the photos are also square for Becky’s Square Photo Challenge #SquareUp (sorry Becky, no music with this one)

Tales of a Distant Farm – a bit of history

Debbie’s One Word Sunday: History  

So the theme/prompt is History. I thought I would delve back into my history and re-post one of my first posts, some 2,790 posts ago in May 2012.

On my recent travels, I managed to visit a farm in the mountains behind Verona, Italy, in the Valpolicella Valley a well known wine growing region in Italy.

No, it wasn’t a winery I visited but a dairy. The dairy was very old and when I asked the owner how long the family had owned the farm (me in English/Italian – her in Italian/English – most comical conversation!!!) she shook her head and just said many many many grandfathers…..and perhaps it did look that way as well…..

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Behind those doors are many a good thing but more of that later.

Can you imagine running a dairy where your herd is kept in barns for 7 to 8 months of the year? The only time they get out onto pasture is in late Spring and Summer and the pasture they go to is quite well grassed.

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The yellow are a sort of Dandelion. Lake Garda is in the distance.

The conditions that the part of the herd I saw was rather boggy, but they weren’t all the milkers, just the calves and a few of the milkers. A shed nearby was still stacked with hay and covered.

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The milking bales were rather old but worked and it would take a while even though the herd was around sixty cows

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But the product that came from the milk – cheese – was some of the best cheese I have ever tasted. They make ten different types of cheese – all unpasteurised – which means they can only sell from the farm gate or at some markets, but what cheese!!! Of the eight I sampled there was only two that I didn’t really enjoy. The two year old mature cheese was so good as were the softer cheeses, some with added flavours…the chilli one was divine!!!

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The fresh cheese just made that morning

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The cheese room complete with mould.

The food produced from the farm was always value added and not much went to waste. Remember that doorway

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Yes THIS door.

Behind that door was an array of salami, some of which had also been haging for a number of years. The smell was surprisingly pleasant and the taste…juicy and tender, full of flavour.

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Just hangin’ ’round

Everyone on the farm just hung around together outside as well

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I did like to see that chooks are the same all around the world in how they view that anywhere you want to is where you can sit and lay an egg!!!!

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No I didn’t check to see if she had laid or was sitting on a clutch!!!

I hope you enjoyed my dairy farm visit as much as I did

Fun in the tree

Late one afternoon a while ago a screeching could be heard, the unmistakable sound of Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos. Soon the Cockatoos were circling around and they then headed off to some distant trees.

I was watching where they were and in particular the Black Cockatoo closest who was doing a bit of moving around on the branch he was sitting on. It was very low light and the telephoto function on my Canon camera was at full stretch. The quality of the photos isn’t the best but I thought I should share a bit of our native birds sense of fun. You have already seen what the King Parrots do around my place having fun.

Enjoy the next sequence of photos. Just two settled on this side of the tree

Suddenly this Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoo leant forward.

Then it was head down a bit further, wings spread a bit for balance and the tail feathers flared.

A little bit further, head well tucked and body all on the other side of the branch.

Then it was right over, wings open, tail upright and his head where his tail was seconds ago.

Back upright, wings and tail ready for the final balance on the branch.

Steady and settling back down.

and carry on as though nothing happened

One day at the bird bath – a feather discussion

Sometimes sitting watching birds and getting the occasional photo, you think nothing of grabbing a few shots but the when you see them on the screen an idea can form. This was a quick do it now thing before the “inspiration” went to where those sort of great ideas go to wait in a stratosphere for someone else to come along or perhaps you may have a flash of “Ohhhh…..that’s right!” and once more that wonderful bit of information’s sucked back in.

But I digress, sorry. This is a story of what could happen One day at the bird bath

I like popping over to this bird bath in the morning. Often there’s not too many folk around and I can splash a little, get a little wet and shake my feathers as the water is a bit cold.

Sometimes I like to sit on the edge of the bird bath and ponder things like what does ponder mean? It’s so good to get in the water a bit deeper each time so I can get water through my feathers. I wonder if anyone else I know will be here later on.

Whoa!!! What happened there? One minute I am a sleek flying machine, drop in for a splash and look. I look like I have gained grams. Oh dear what can I do……I can’t go out looking like this. I probably won’t be even able to take off.

Hey buddy, glad you’ve dropped by this morning. Do you think my feathers make me look fat?
No mate, not at all…..WHOA!!! What happened there? One minute I am a sleek flying machine, drop in for a splash and look. I look like I have gained grams…….
Yeah buddy, I know just what you mean……..

The Zephyr

Ragtag Daily Prompt Wednesday: Zephyr

James was quite happy that Dad said they would go and look at cars. James had his licence for only a few weeks buy Dad thought he was ready to have his own car.

“This is exciting,” said James, “Imagine me driving to my friends place in my flash car.”

They got into the family Holden station wagon which had seen better days. Three kids jumping around on the back seat, the smell of Sam the smelliest dog in the world Mum reckoned and a front bench seat that had seem better days. There was a story that one night, before they were married, Dad put the front seat into the recline position so he and Mum be more comfortable watching the movie at the Drive-In. Trouble was he couldn’t get the seat back upright again so he had to hang onto the steering wheel and drive. Mum opted to get into the back seat.

“Which car yard are we going to Dad? asked James.

“Not a car yard,” said Dad, “I have a mate who is selling his car as he doesn’t drive it as much any more.”

“I hope it’s a great car with all the stuff I’d love in a car,” James said. “What colour is it?”

“I think he said it was white.” James looked crestfallen. Noticing the look Dad said “but the interior is red” “Apparently it is quite a reliable car which will be good,” Dad said. “I don’t want to be fixing your stuff forever.”

“Is it a auto or has it manual gears,” James said hoping for a manual as they were more fun to drive. A manual dad said as they neared their destination. As they drew up to the front of Dave’s place, there was the car, gleaming white in the drive and the chrome dazzled.

James just sat there, mouth open. What the fuck is that he thought. That’s not a car, it’s a relic from some bygone forgotten era.

Dad and Dave started to wax lyrical about the virtues of the Ford Zephyr while James thought about what his friends were going to say.

photo from Car-from_UK.com
Manufacturer:Ford
Model:ZEPHYR
Year:1960
Type:Standard Car
Doors:4
Color:White
Seats:5
Transmission:Manual
Fuel:Petrol
Drive side:Right-hand drive

There were quite a lot of Zephyrs manufactured in Australia from the 1950’s to around 1962 from English specifications. Australia went a bit further and built Zephyr Station Wagons and Utes modifying the English designs. (source https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Zephyr)