TITLE: Where Am I?
Today for “smoko” I had two mini meat pies, not like the meat pie I had for breakfast in Burketown which, I might add was actually okay. These were real meat pies, as in the beef melted in your mouth and not because it had been processed within an inch of its life but because the beef had been slow cooked and then shredded and placed in mouth-watering pastry. I rarely eat pies, I rarely eat pastry but on the road a pie is often the ‘healthy’ option so I’d succumbed in the past. But Maz’s pies on the other hand were an essential culinary delight.
The afternoon came around quickly and it was time for us to see the poddy calves, these are orphan calves that have lost their Mother. They’re cared for and hand-fed – usually starting on milk, then hay and/or calf pellets (or just good grass) until they are old enough to be weaned, to fend for themselves and begin their life as it was meant to be – back with all the other cattle.
Sophie took us with her to bottle-feed the poddy calves, they’re so small of course, nothing like the adult version I’d been surrounded by the previous day. I was feeling much more comfortable, maybe it was because I was taller than them. This of course it not logical because I’m bigger than both a gecko and a frog but they’ve had me run a mile on more than one occasion. Never mind logic, the poddy calves were cute in their own way. Geckos and frogs aren’t.
After our last evening meal at Anthony Lagoon we had a beer with Maz on her deck under the banana tree, one she’d planted for shade that had shot up in next to no time and was now as high as the roof. I’d never heard of anything growing quite so quickly but then what would I know? I don’t have a garden and I’m not a horticulturalist. Also I did once look after a friend’s plant while they were on holiday, it was no holiday for the plant and I think my returning it with a tan was most unexpected.
Jason and Fred were sharing the room next door to mine, the walls were paper thin and as got into bed I could hear them chatting – though not for long – I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. About two hours later I woke with a fright. “Jaaaaason!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“Are you okay B?” Jason or Fred replied from the other side of the wall.
“Yeah sorry” I said sheepishly. “I didn’t know where I was, all okay now.”
TIP: The Barkely breeze is a force to be reckoned with, if in doubt double peg – you never know where your washing might end up.
TRACK: Gypsy & The Cat feat .Paul Kelly – Climb into the Music
KMS: None today