Paddock names
June 13, 2016

Kilcowera Station Herefords.
As you are driving through the Outback did you ever think that all that country you are driving through has a name? It has it’s uses, it’s very own history and potential? Some paddocks are quite small, these are holding paddocks or maybe the horse paddock or the one where the killers run. The names come from all over, some are named after people who have lived on the property, some are named after the person who may have done the fencing or who put the tank or bore down in that paddock. Others are named after a particular feature in the paddock and some around here have African names for some strange reason.
Some paddocks are better suited to certain types of animals, so they are usually stocked with the same cows or steers year in year out. But then the paddock also needs a spell every now and then so the cows or whatever have to be put into another paddock which suits them just as well. When you put your animals into a new paddock for the first time you have to keep a very good watch over them for quite a while as the first thing they do is go for a walk right around the paddock to check it out. So all the fences have to be in good order. You have to check the corners every few days as sometimes the cows, steers or weaners will sulk and hang in a corner and die there.
We also have to make sure the watering points in the paddocks are adequate for the number of stock we put in there. If there are natural waters there in creeks or perhaps dams you have to check them frequently because if they dry up we will probably have to move the cattle back to the man made waters as they may just stay there wondering where the water went. So the water in the troughs needs to be clean and taste sweet or the cattle will head out to a corner and sulk some more. The troughs need to be cleaned frequently too as they can get a build up of yucky stuff in them quite quickly. There you go folks – that is a little about paddocks!

Cattle Kilcowera Station.
How to unload this large truckload of hay???
September 27, 2014
Well, it’s mustering time again and that means buying some hay to feed them as we move them through the yards and into new paddocks. The newly weaned weaners stay in the yard for a week or so and get taken through the yards 3 or 4 times to educate them and get to eat some yummy hay every evening. The cattle that we will be selling also get fed in the yards for a few days until we have enough of them to fill the truck. We usually buy our hay from St George which is 600 km away so the freight is super expensive as is the hay.
…….. Anyway the job took most of the day, rolling the hay off and the using the old tractor to stack it up, then an electric fence around it to keep the passing trade out.
Don’t always trust your GPS folks!
July 20, 2014
I hope that lots of our potential visitors have a look at this blog, cause it could save them a bit of grief! See that little track that appears to come up to Kilcowera from the south? Well – I’ll let you in on a little secret – it doesnt exist anymore! It’s actually on a neighbours place, is a private road and only leads to a windmill. It is also literally clearly marked with signs as being a private road with no access to anybody.
So there you have it – the ONLY way into Kilcowera is the access road in from the west!
Self sufficiency down on the farm. Whoops, I mean Station!!
January 1, 2014
During a recent “cool spell “we went and got a killer. By this I mean the freezer was nearly empty and so we drove out into the paddock, selected a fat little Hereford heifer who wasn’t a particularly good sort, shot her and cut the meat off her. The Hereford’s eat so much better than anything with Bos Indicus in it. In our opinion!!!! Probably got a lot to do with what they are eating themselves. We then loaded the meat onto old shearers stretchers on the back of the Toyota and brought it home and hung it all up in the coldroom. Very satisfying to see the shoulders and the back legs, the rumps, sirloins, rib fillets, neck, briskets and the rib bones all hanging up waiting to age a little, then to be cut up a little more and bagged and then into the freezer. It also occurs to one that one is going to be doing a lot of butchering in the next week or so. With those blunt knives. The magpie family is happy as there are lots of scraps for them and the 2 little dogs are beside themselves with the smell of all that divine beef. They are heartily sick of Chum and My Dog! The big dogs can also expect some delicious bones and scraps. It really hurts the hip pocket when we have to buy meat and sometimes we do for various reasons.
We make up a big tub of brine to corn the meat in ( silverside, sometimes some rib bones, brisket etc) this lives in the coldroom for about 10 days, long enough to cure the meat. We mince certain cuts (with an electric mincer) and also make sausages and rolled roasts. The shin is diced for stewing meat, some cuts are used for crumbed steak and so we are right for meat for about the next 6 months.
It’s a far cry from when Greg was a boy and all they had was a meathouse to store the meat in while it cooled down and a couple of Kerosene fridges. Then if they killed a beast it was only ever in the winter and after about a week of having fresh meat they had to salt the rest as the only method of preservation. The meat was cut into chunks of about 1 or 2 kilos rolled in salt and kept in corn bags in the coolest place they could find. Sometimes hung up in trees. It also had to be inspected every day to make sure that the flies or ants hadn’t found it, sometimes they would wash the meat and resalt it. I reckon you would get fairly sick of eating corned meat all the time! Occasionally they would buy a sheep off a neighbour and kill it for a change in their diet – nice leg of roast mutton would have been a real treat!
Back then meat was the staple in the diet; veg consisted of potatoes, pumpkin and cabbage and maybe some carrots. Salads were a bit suspect – the ingredients for them were very hard to obtain anyway. With the exception of tomatoes and onions the rest of the “Salad” usually came out of a tin: beetroot, peas, corn, bread and butter cucumbers, and for special occasions – asparagus. Oh, potato salad was also very popular! Sometimes there were fresh vegies if they had a vegetable garden going, but back in the 50’s and 60’s Australians were a very conservative bunch – there was no multi cultural stuff happening in the food department out here and not much in the cities either unless you happened to have a Greek, Italian or Lebanese for a friend. So what did they grow in the garden? Tomatoes were prized as was lettuce and cucumber and then there were the old staples – pumpkin, carrots, silverbeet, beans, peas and beetroot.
It was still very much like this when I came out here in the late 70’s, but we did have a large gas freezer that we checked twice a day to make sure it was still a goer and there were no bits of fluff around the naked flame underneath it. At least we were now able to freeze the beef instead of salting it. And we did have a great vegetable garden too when we lived in the Shearers Quarters and also when we first built our house and now I have another one. Back at that the Shearers Quarters!
We probably still eat more meat than the urban population but it is about 35 % of our diet now not the 70% that was once common. That’s in my household anyway! Not the same everywhere I’m sure.