Sara Montrose
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Little Drover
It had been a long, cold and very dry winter. Our rosy cheeks were smoothed with lanolin every night after bath time. That icy westerly wind had shrivelled the landscape to a burnt sienna and yellow cadmium palette. Feed for the cattle was scarce. The only protein available was at the base of the tall, native grasses which grew on the Long Paddock. This Australian feature was preserved by the state government to ensure that drovers had a right of passage when bringing their huge herds from the Gulf to the saleyards near the large abbatoirs on the outskirts of Toowoomba, on the Darling Downs.
By Sara Montrose4 years ago in Families
Courage has a Face
Courage has a face. It was one of those Ancient Mariner moments. Never to be forgotten. In a rural town the annual show was in top gear when everyone brought their best to town. Lining up for the ‘best burger in the business’, I glanced over to notice a woman seated alone. I could tell at first glance that she was no ‘lady who wore pearls’ kind of farmer.
By Sara Montrose4 years ago in Humans
