Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
 Under the shade of a coolibah tree, 
 He sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
 You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me Inspired by the poem, using myself as a model, I built one.  Follow this link to YouTube   Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
 You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me
 He sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,  you'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me. I guess being a farmer, even a small time farmer you quickly learn a lot of skills, you become practical, if thats even possible, or were you always that way? Concreting is second nature to me now, mix the stuff, reinforce it some how inside, let it dry. Not that difficult really. Soaking clothes in concrete then getting them onto a wire dummy, not so easy. Creating a life like face with eyes, well that is something again.  I'm never really happy with anything I do, always finding little bits I could do better but 2 weeks afte...

Often - no,  most often farming life is something you do by yourself. You're out in the paddock working away and there are tasks that just need doing. Sure, to would be easy to just call in a contractor to do certain tasks or you could buy the appropriate machinery but I find joy and satisfaction of just finding a way. A corner post, strainer post or in this case my front gate post is a big chunk mod Australian hardwood that weighs around 110 to 120kg's. Now I'm all of 82kg's ringing wet and while I can carry my own weight on my shoulder these big buggers are just too much for me to lift. Ive devised my own method for getting old ones out of the ground and for dropping the new ones in the re-doug holes. If I get this process wrong I'm pretty much stuffed. I have to get the rural fencing supplier to lift the post onto my ute and position it the right way round (bigger end hanging off the back) and put it on the side which I'll be able to back the ute over ...