Pete is an occasional visitor. He loves coming to the farm and is very content helping me with whatever task I’m up to at the time. And other than being well fed, happily does it for nothing which is why I love Pete in return.
Sitting here in front of a blank page on the screen considering what a politics sated readership might want to read after our election weekend.
Something completely different perhaps to excite and stimulate jaded senses.
So many topics to consider for a column. Perhaps something of great importance like the standoff of two crazy guys both armed with nuclear weapons one of whom could make one silly decision and irrevocably change the world for ever. Not for the better.
Lambing is my annual harvest no different to an apple grower, viticulturist bringing in the grapes or a cropping farming with his combine harvester.
And like these, of all the production cycle, the time of harvest is the time carrying the most risk from the weather but more on this later.
I’ve been given the opportunity to fill this slot seen as the boss is away.
In case you haven’t heard of me from the boss’s earlier column let me fill you in.
I can’t remember how I ended up in the water table between his two little farms but
I write this on the other side of the easterly weather systems of late September which brought 150mm here but some parts of Hawkes Bay had up to 500mm over that week which has caused infrastructure damage and sadly quite bad lambing losses.
Life lately has just been a constant succession of lambing beats and shifting breaks on crops for the cattle. But that is what plenty of us do at this time of the year. However my head has finally resurfaced and I’ve survived another lambing but it gets tougher as the body ages.