After the ridiculous heat of Taggerty, I thought I would make Tasmania my next stop as it is generally cooler than Victoria where I have been melting. My new farm is on Bruny Island, an island off the south-eastern coast of Tasmania, not too far from Hobart. It’s not just cooler, it’s actively cold at times, but it’s really rather beautiful so I shall forgive it.
My accommodation is a caravan about 100 metres from the farmhouse. While it’s great to have my own space, that 100 metres feels like a bloody long way in the middle of the night. It’s also too far away to get help if you encounter your first huntsman spider late at night. Given my history with spider invasions, I was surprised and impressed with how calmly I dealt with the situation and killed that scary bastard.
The farm is mostly about pigs and our main job is feeding them all in the morning and evening. Pictured here is Jessie, a heavily pregnant piggie. The photo doesn’t quite convey it but she’s actually the size of an elephant. We’re expecting up to 19 piglets from her at any moment and have been taking our cameras with us every time we feed, so watch this space. Or something.
As well as the pigs there are also goats, sheep, chickens, guinea fowl, ducks, peacocks and emus. More about them another time.
I’m feeling pretty positive about Bruny Island after the first week and expect to be here another three, by which time I will be quite the expert on rearing free range pigs. And eating them.
Regional work days update: 42 down, 46 to go.