Hi everyone! I'm Ollie the six month old Australian cattle dog. My boss, Chris, who usually writes the blog, asked me to write this week instead.
Less discerning people may call my distinguished lineage by the common name of: Red Heeler. Of course the use of common names, also indicates that the users may themselves be common.
What were we talking about? Oh that's right: distinguished lineage. Yes, I am bred from a long line of tough cattle dogs. There is even a bit of dingo (coyote) in my DNA and it shows in my upright ears and alert face. I am a working farm dog.
As an alert puppy I do enjoy a bit of mischief. Anyway, I have it on good authority that we all get up to a bit of mischief every now and then.
The thing is though, I'm not really interested in this whole work thing. My previous owners who bred me, used to become really angry with me because I wouldn't do what they wanted. They used to yell at me and beat me. Then they got rid of me. Just like that. Nasty people. I didn't get fired from my job, I was just told: "Don't you come back here!"
Who cares, I'm glad to be rid of them, those rotten people. Enough about them because it's not about them, it's about me. As a breed with a distinguished lineage, I knew I'd find another job pretty quick smart. And so I did. There was a position at some farm called: "Fernglade Farm"; and I thought to myself, "Well, I don't really like working, but a dog has to have a job, and well, you know, I better apply for this job". So, I applied for the job, and here I am.
As a working dog with opinions, I feel that I should choose when and where I have to work. In the meantime, all that thinking about work makes me tired and there is always time for a quick nap:
|Ollie the Australian cattle dog enjoying a well earned break from thinking about work|
|Ollie, hard at work at the important function of kitchen trip hazard|
|Ollie killed the dogs bean bag|
|Ollie kicks Sir Scruffy out of his dog bed|
Being a fast learner, I am starting to get the hang of what is required of me around the farm. I may even enjoy working here. The kitchen is great, but the chickens are awesome. I love chickens and I so want to eat one them, but every time I get close enough to do so, I get pulled away at the last second. Pah!
|Ollie on chicken and fox patrol - but mostly chicken patrol|
On the second day at the farm, I decided that I don't enjoy the lead and so I showed my boss how clever I was and unlatched myself. Those clasps are not that difficult. For some reason, I can't go on chicken patrol without the lead. What's with that? Being able to freely roam around the farm is sort of nice, and Mr Toothy has promised to teach me the ropes. Fortunately, I am a fast learner!
|Mr Toothy shows Ollie the Australian cattle dog the ropes around the farm|
My boss and the editor work very hard in all weather conditions, and they provide me with food for thought about my own attitude to work. I enjoy being outside with them whilst they work. Even when it was really hot like this week.
|45'C / 113'F outside in the shade and 30'C / 86'F inside the house|
|The boss shows off his new toy. An electric chainsaw|
|The first firewood shed is almost full after three weeks of work|
The boss has also been outside in the hot sun, mucking around with water pumps. Chris said something or other about using the faulty high volume 12 Volt water pump as a transfer pump and he spent hours outside in the hot sun (when I was happily inside, in the kitchen hoping for something to fall off the bench) mucking around with pipes and cables. After those hours all he could achieve was pumping 26L / 6.8 gallons per minute from some hose. I just don't understand why he doesn't use water bowls like any other sophisticated farm dog. Surely he must have tickets on himself?
|Chris sorts out a high volume and 12 volt water pump|
|A permanent large diameter tap (spigot) arrangement was installed this week for the very large reserve water tank|
|A leather couch which my boss, Chris, had spent thousands of somethings on. Apparently it is an abomination!|
Then the editor and the boss disappeared for a few hours, only to return with another couch. Surely, he said couches are broken from the factory? Not so this one which he said was constructed from much higher quality materials. I would sleep on the couch, if I was allowed... Not fair!
|A replacement and much higher quality couch which was locally manufactured|
|The bees sure did look hot|
|Crimson Rosella's enjoy the thousands of elderberries planted as decoy fruit|
|Many tasty plums ripened this week|
|Inside the tomato enclosure|
|Heritage open pollinated yellow corn is growing very well|
|Melons are growing strongly in the heat|
|Eggplants have flowered or are now producing fruit|
|Capsicum (peppers) and chillies are flowering in the ongoing heat|
|Some herbs, like this soap-wort, are relishing the heat|
|Salvia's are also no stranger to hot and dry conditions|
|Some geraniums have become withered in the extreme temperatures, but others are producing plenty of flowers|
|The mint family of plants are very hardy, like this oregano plant, which the bees love|
|Nothing can keep down the hundreds of agapanthus flowers which are enormously hardy|
|More agapanthus flowers with the dry looking shady orchard in the background|