Kaloola Working Holidays

24/10/2023

Mercury going thro his paces

13/02/2023

Looking for work.
Two female working dogs
Free to a good home

31/01/2023

Five working pups looking for work. Free to good homes!

18/12/2022

Too funny!

13/12/2022

A pair of celebrity emus that vanished after being banned from an outback pub for bad behaviour have been rediscovered — and they have multiplied.

18/11/2022

What do u reckon aidee, this could be your next project!

George Smith from Scarsdale Station built his own boat when the lake on his property filled after a...

05/11/2022

Just having a bit of a break 😍

“So mum seems to think I’m going to school next year...might have to call a union meeting over this one."

Thank you for sharing this Elena Chalker!

📷IG: / Beauty In The Bush Collective

04/11/2022

David Filmer Louise Keys

06/10/2022

Smart lambs always choose a woollen underlay! Thanks legend for the pic!

06/06/2021

Shearing time

We were shearing at Mylandra, North-west of Gooloogong.
The mustering was all but done, some ewes were in the shed.
A thousand a day the boss declared if the shearers pull their weight.
We will be finishing up and dipping by August twenty eight.

Handpeice's oiled down tube's checked, the shearers looking edgy,
they know damn well when we ring the bell, it's heads down boys and go.
There was Danny, Joe and Charlie on stands four, five and six.
Two Kiwi boys on three and two, and Muzza on one, the pick.

They had settled in by eight o'clock, machines a steady hum.
The boss and l on the table, the wool was droughty and dry.
The girls were throwing fleeces, they fairly made us fly.

Smoko came and count em’ out, the boss gave Muzz a shout,
the tally's down mate can you pick up the pace and keep em’ clean as well.
They pulled it on and made us sweat sorting on the table,
twenty seconds, wool away, we did what we were able.

Lunch time bell and all was well, we were back on track.
Shearers grinning, rousies smiling, the penner up was grumpy.
And so it went for five days straight, tally’s always climbing.

Shearing is a pleasure when all is going well, and
Friday cut out welcomed us when Muzza rang the bell.
Good job boys the boss declared with at least a halfway smile.
The Beers cold or so l’m told, hop in and relax for a while.

Shearers sprawled out on the board with ci******es and beer,
laughing, joking happy, full of fun and cheer.
The dogs are laying in the shade, tongues out and lolling.
The rousies talking shopping trips, penner up still grumpy,

If you haven’t been there it's hard to know and not easy to explain.
Shearing is a special time, you sweat, curse and complain.
But two weeks later you can't wait, for shearing to start again.
It's the noise the dust, the sweat and tears,

It's skills passed on down through the years,
It's in the blood, you can't forget,
It's mateship, though you sweat and curse,
And you never stop when the sheep are worse.

It's Australian, it's a way of life, you never want to change,
Not for me the city lights, flash pubs, flash girls and waiters at the table.
Give me the board, the smell of the sheep and let me do it while l’m able.

The Legend

31/12/2020

Sugar gum blossom is great for the bees!

31/12/2020

Another rescue job.
Barn owl with broken wing - flew into the dog cage. Thanks to Leah and WIRES we hope he will survive and be released back here soon

31/12/2020

Watching and waiting!

06/04/2020