When I was a wee lad, I lived on a Dairy Farm in the country. Two dairy farms in fact, both in Loxton North, South Australia. I have many fond memories of growing up on a farm with my brothers and sister, and could not have wished for a better place to develop in those early formative years.
As a kid I was more inclined to climbing hay stacks and riding my bicycle, than wondering how the dairy operated and where the milk went after it was collected by truck.
I remember were the endless chores that I did, like shovel fresh stinky cow pats, clean out the milking stalls after school, and drive the tractor to help day collect hay bales a couple of times a year. Life on a dairy farm was not an easy one, especially for a mischievous kid like me.
Did I ever mention that I fell off a tractor once, and was run over? Nothing broken than goodness, but cautious around tractors ever since.
Did I ever mention that I used to chase chickens around the house block as at least one a day always managed to escape the chook run (or did I let one out for fun)?
Did I ever mention that on very cold winter mornings, my brother Jim and I would smash all the ice for the cows in the drinking troughs?
I don’t think I have (and probably never will again). These thoughts from my childhood only come to mind when I meditate now.
So, over the past few days, I took the time to record a bit of family history focusing on how the dairy was run by someone very special to me.
I asked my father, John Webber, if he would like to talk about his time running a dairy farm of 150 head of milking cows during the ’70’s.
He jumped at the chance so I captured it all in a podcast over at Little Green Cheese.
So if you want to hear about the trials and tribulations of running an effective dairy farm, hear some mischief that I got up to as a kid, listen to some chicken and turkey raising tips, and a little about my father’s early life, then pop on over to Little Green Cheese by clicking the podcast icon below.