Well, no faithful followers, we haven’t actually started camping yet but continue to mooch off parents- not even our own but the future in-laws of my brother. The best kind really as there’s none of the pressure of making a good impression but all the great times of having someone in common to gossip about and make fun of the only way family can. Anyway, we left Newrybar after the looooooongest breaking of camp ever- my husband is quite the pedantic packer-uper-er which negates my just-chuck-it-iner-er tendencies quite nicely. Anyhoo, we both had butterflies as we drove over the Great Dividing Range, through Toowoomba and onto “Glengarry”, a cattle property between Bowenville and Dalby (a two and a half hour drive west of
|Ready for cows.|
|Andrea, Marguerite and some egg collecting fun.|
Unfortunately out of the 8 or so eggs she
managed to coax out of the chickens, only 3 made
it back to the house intact.
|Awful tiger pear.|
|Tractors and cows. Exciting.|
|These two working dogs are eyeing off some cattle around 20 metres away. |
Steven communicates with them mostly via whistles and participates in lots of competitions.
|Steve in action with his one of his working dogs, mustering some cattle. |
His favourite dog, Annie, is the Australian champion.
|.. And there goes the clay pigeon ;) He did hit a couple!|
|Steve and some tiger pear he 'picked up' retrieving a plastic bag.|
|A beautiful Western Downs sunset.|