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Regional work part 2: Tasmania

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 caravan

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.

Me and Jessie

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.

Goats and snakes and mozzies. Oh my!

olive groveI’ve been at the farm for nearly two weeks now and it’s all going pretty well. I’ve only had one day that almost broke me – the morning was spent digging holes around fruit trees. For five hours straight. In the sun. The evening was spent in much the same way.

In other news, last week the farmer’s friend brought five goats to the farm. By 8 o’clock the next morning there was only one goat still bleating and we had goat offal for lunch. I did not enjoy the offal.

I asked the farmer what would become of the remaining goat, hoping (somewhat optimistically) that he might be intended as a pet. Turns out the farmer simply ran out of time to kill him and so he is basically now on death row. Waiting.

On Monday morning I saw my first snake, a brown snake. The farmer sent me back to the farm to get a shovel but the bastard had slithered away by the time I got back. I was surprised and pleased to find that I was relatively unfazed by the experience and was happy to keep working in the same area. Well done me.

In less interesting news, I got bitten to shit by mosquitoes while watering the vegetable plot one evening. Note to self: always use bug spray.