G'day
Used to be a common practice here in the old days. In times of drought, and when feed was short, sheep and cattle were mustered and allowed to meander slowly along the edges of roads to graze on grass for as far as they could travel. It was free feed, just going to waste on roadsides. And it was referred to as running your mob of cattle or sheep in "The Long Paddock." In the old days there would be several horse mounted outriders holding the mob in check, usually with the help of dogs. Utes now play a part in this form of modern day mustering.
With modern regulations, heavy traffic, etc, and despite the fact that at the moment we are in drought and feed is very short and the paddocks are pretty bare, feeding out in the Long Paddock is not a common sight these days. I was at a bush BBQ when I saw this and had to speed, well, shuffle as fast as the old legs would pump, several hundred yards to get close enough to frame a few shots before they had moved on. So these were very much unplanned shots of opportunity, sort of knee jerk reaction captures.
Anyway. That's my story. Hope someone found it of interest as backgound to my post. Thanks for droppin' by to view. Next time give me 'hoy' that you might be dropping by and I'll bung on the billy for a cuppa and rustle up some fresh damper.
Hey.... Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it. And for those who don't? Hey get in on it. Else you will be missing out on lots of good tucker and prezzies. And you can always be a recidivist come January, hanging on to the prezzies of course! And you might have to address any weight problem from over indulging over the festive season
Got to go as some kid in a manger in a stable is threatening to report me to his Old Man who apparently is a big cheese and apparently omnipotent. Not the sort of Guy an old fool like me wants to mess and take the mickey with.
Anyway. In seriousness. Have good Christmas, drive safely and spare a thought for our fellow persons who are suffering and in terror in war torn countries, where peace and goodwill are casualties of fear, terror and violence. And remember, while we are feasting ,often to excess, most of these poor devils just don't even have enough to eat for a next meal.
Old ucci