Farmers need Animals: Trog and other Animals


Having all this land and to prove we were farmers, we had to get some animals.

The first of these to arrive were the chickens. These I purchased from an advertisement in the local paper “the Gloucester Advocate”. The produce store attached to the dairy factory, which we discovered made the best cheddar cheese, took orders and when they had sufficient numbers, for point of lay chickens, they ordered them from a travelling chicken seller. On the prescribed day we travelled into town and picked up our six eiser brown chickens in their temporary feed bag home and transported them back to their new huge house with new automatic water and feed containers.

The purchase of the fowl gave me my first routine as I now needed to let them out of the small totally enclosed house, where they were safe from night marauders, into the large yard where they had dirt and trees and initially grass, until their pecking and scratching removed it,  to spend the day in, although due to the height of the wire fence surrounding the yard it was safe from marauding foxes.  Mungo and I would make the trip down to the chicken house twice a day: once in the morning and again in the evening to return them to their safe pen.

Occasionally I would let them free range totally and entice them back home with wheat. They would of course go back themselves of a night to roost but I liked to control the time I went down to close the door. I did attempt, unsuccessfully, to teach Mungo to herd them in: he was after all a sheep dog.



About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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