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!
Strange things in the bush.
July 11, 2014
I have been trying to recollect some of the strange items of interest that I have seen since I have lived in the bush. Here are a few of them………..
Fish magically appearing in isolated waterholes even though those water holes had been dry for years and were not connected to any permanent water.
Yabbies and crabs swimming down the road during floods.
Shield Shrimp or Triops australiensis and clam shrimps magically appearing in claypans after suitable rains.
The back leg of a kangaroo half buried in the dirt in the middle of a paddock and only bird tracks around it. Bear in mind we don’t have a wild dog problem, so it was probably a fox that killed the roo. Still, little fox, big roo.
The gorgeous little Crucifix Toads survive buried in the ground for the longest time and dig their way out after sufficient rain. We had a nine year drought earlier this century and those little frogs survived for that long buried in the ground. When they come out they bob around like iridescent little yellow marbles and ping pong balls.
Not to mention the many different frogs that just appear after suitable rain, they must all live deep in the ground only to surface when the time is right. The night time chorus when they are all out and about is glorious!
The neatly gutted bearded dragon lying in the middle of the road, it was totally intact except its underside tummy was eaten.
The big white ant eggs all out around the meat ants nest at 4 am.
Hundreds of bees all clinging to the tree trunk just outside of the hole in the tree which was the entrance to their hive.
Snakes with ticks on them.
One extraordinary night I swear I saw the southern lights from my verandah.
Another night there was a light just bobbing around in the distance for about half an hour, then it just disappeared.
Sometimes when there is humidity around and the possibility of rain, we can smell the pungent odour of the Gidgee trees, but apart from about 4 trees on our place the nearest Gidgee is about 60 km away.
During and after rain the enormous Bogong moths come up out of the ground leaving their cocoons sticking out of the holes.
One day we flew home from Cunnamulla and were putting our plane back in the hangar when out of the blue 2 blokes just appeared out of the bush chatting to each other like it was the most normal thing in the world. This was way back, before we started having visitors to the place.
Roley, a little Border Collie that we had was pulled out of his kennel and pulled right out of his collar and mauled by a wild dog one night. He survived.
When I first came to live out here we had a diesel generator and it was not uncommon on winter mornings for the diesel to freeze in the tank and so we could not start the generator til about lunchtime. This was when we learned that you could actually buy a winter mix and a summer mix of diesel!
Another interesting thing – there used to be all these flagons filled with water lying around under bushes all over the place. Everywhere! I learned these were strategically placed to quench the thirst of the musterers who rode horses back then and could not carry much water with them. Someone had to drink all that Muscat in the first place though! No wonder they wanted a drink of water the next day!
And lastly, not long after we were married Greg had to go to town one day for something. There he was in his old holey, sweat stained Akubra, torn T Shirt, short stubbie shorts, hairy legs and Redwing boots halfway to his knees asking if I would like to go to town with him. Oh and a 3 day growth on his face. I was horrified! He looked dreadful and there was no way I was going anywhere with him looking like that. I had been a city girl you see.
The Great Artesian Basin – we’d be sunk without it!
September 16, 2013
As you would be aware water is vitally important to us who live in the more arid parts of Australia. I know it’s important everywhere, but city people do tend to take water for granted except when water levels in dams start making the nightly news.
Not only do we need to take particular care of our stock watering points but our bore water needs special consideration if it is going to do the job domestically too.
The capped artesian bore situated at our Shearers Quarters was put down in 1962 , the depth is 368 meters , it comes out of the ground at 47 degrees at a rate of 79,200 gallons per day with a pressure of 51.5 PSI. I know the mixture of imperial and metrics is quaint, but that’s the way it is!
Now in summer that’s way too hot to comfortably have a shower under, so there is a big roll of poly pipe, full of water, underneath the Shearers Quarters that is then attached to two cold taps in one bathroom. So the first ones to have a shower do get a nice cool one, subsequent bathers will find that the water gets hotter as the pipe refills constantly. During winter, guests at the Quarters are asked to water the lawn before having their showers! It gets the water moving through the pipes so they can then enjoy the therapeutic benefits of the 47 degree hot artesian water.
It’s a different story at the homestead which is a mere 1.5 kilometers from the bore. Water to the house is piped up from the bore in more poly pipe which is buried in the ground about 2 feet down. During summer the water is far too hot to shower in despite the pipe being buried, so we have a 500 L cold water tank with a pressure pump attached to it so we can have a cool shower. In winter we have a solar hot water system because as the pipe is buried the water is cold! In winter only. Also in summer when I need lots of water for my garden I find that I have very little pressure or water as the cattle in the next 2 paddocks are slurping away at the water in the troughs.
The outback would be a ghost place if anything were to happen to spoil or contaminate the water of the Great Artesian Basin. Not only would there be considerably less water for the kangaroos and wallabies, the sheep and cattle industries would be decimated and places like Kilcowera would be unviable and not worth living on. Hundreds of thousands of people wouldn’t have jobs as many outback towns depend on the water from the GAB as well.