THE DAMS FULL at F#$% ing last!

THE DAMS FULL at F#$% ing last!

On this day of our Lord (whoever you choose lord wise) the eleventh day of February 2009 all the dams on the estate are overflowing!!!! JOY
Indeed the dams are finally as they should be for the first time after nearly 3 years, it has been a long wait, enlivened with many disappointments, from drought to leaks and the demise of the damn dam builder who engineered his untimely death by falling out of the sky.
Great fortitude was required to face this huge empty hole I had dug right in front of my home, I did feel silly a lot and went back to all the calculations and flow meter observations to reassure myself that I was not a complete eejit.
But now it is very full and looks GREAT, and my math’s has been confirmed. It looks better than ever I expected.
Ducks, blacksmith plovers and even a fish eagle have now graced my waters, not to mention the happy phisher folk who have been lavish with their praise for these extensive waters filled with active and vibrant trout.

The estate now can boast 4.5 plus hectares of crystal clear spring water, that is nearly 10 acres of great phishing, what can I say we need a boat!

BURNING COWS

The life of a cowboy is rich and varied and these gentle bovines are a joy, so it was with heavy heart that I eventually decided that I must fulfill the letter of the law and burn their bums with several red hot irons, ouch.

Cows each and every one of them have their own number, this indicates whose they are, on which farm they were born, and when they were born.
Lots to say when it is being scorched into ones backside, and my liddle babies each had to have the letters RDB, a number or 2 depending on what order they were born on the farm and a 07 to indicate that was the year of their birth, a minimum of 6 hot irons pressed into flesh for 6 looong seconds each, making for a full half minute plus of solid torture, a long time indeed.
As a townie this seemed a cruel and unnatural thing to do to those that trusted and admired one.
But it is the law and had to be done. So the irons were heated in the iron-heating machine, the young beasties were confined and electrodes attached to front and rear rendering them immobile with electricity, quite a handy thing, and the smell of burning hair and flesh filled the air.
Well let me tell you those animals seemed to not feel this unpleasant thing at all, a low moo did escape sometimes, but hey, when released from the crush they did not even look at their so recently tortured bums, just returned to the daily task of sucking grass as though naught had transpired.
If I had been scorched on my arse like that believe me I would have complained a lot and rubbed etc but these stoic beasts just shrugged it of, amazing!
It was noticeable that the last of them to go through the fiery gap and had watched their chums go through before them did seem to show some marked reluctance to get into place, so they are not that thick, but all were eventually done and I felt very manly indeed.

Die Vyf Assegaaie Voetslaanroete


Die Vyf Assegaaie is so vernoem, en dis my eie teorie, omdat dit die elemente van die vyf bekende mooiste staproetes bevat.

• Daar is die opdraendes en die rondom-wye berguitsigte van die naby-geleë Bermondsey.
• Die pragtige vergesigte, diep klowe met swewende miswolkies en eskarpement-voetpaadjies van die Rooi Ivoor.
• Die lieflike Hansie-en-Grietjiebos, verbyst erende watervalle en borrelende rivierstrome omsoom met wuiwende varings van die Magoebas.
• Die lekker gemaklike Mabalelpaadjies van die ook naby-geleëWathaba.
• En het ek gehoor van die mense sê: “Dit herinner aan die Outenikwa, want hier is bome en plante in die inheemse bos wat ek nog nooit gesien het nie!”
• Daar was die verstommendste koraalrooi blommetjie, met blare soos krappote, maar dit was nie 'n blommetjie nie, het díe wat weet gesê: “Dit is 'n sampioen!”.
• Die veldblommetjies was so mooi en so vol-op dat een van die vrouens afgebuk het, 'n bossie vol gepluk en dit in haar blink-blond opgestapelde hare gedruk het. So verassend, so verfrissend, so mooi, maar o weëmy, so uitputtend…

Dalk was dit omdat ons weens die baie reën heen en weer oor die vol rivierstrome moes klouter, oor vlymskerp slymgladde klippe, dalk was dit omdat ons verdwaal het in die lang gras, dalk was dit omdat ons die paadjie byster geraak het omdat díe agter 'n omgevalle boomstomp verdwyn het, dalk was dit omdat die handjie-tekens in plaas van die voetjie-tekens nie altyd sigbaar was nie, dalk het ons die merke wat soms net 'n wit blerts was verwar het met iets anderste, dalk was dit omdat die doringtakke oor die paadjies gelêen ons moes ompad neem, dalk was dit omdat ons eers moes stry watter afdraai-paadjie om te neem, dalk was dit omdat die laaste ent die slingerpaadjie eers af en toe op en toe weer af en toe weer op gegaan het, dalk was dit omdat die opdraandes te kwaai en die rugsakke te swaar gelaai was wat die swakkes se moed geknak en die sterkes moerig gemaak het.

Dit was 'n pad wat vyand Andries en vyand Jurie as "netlekker" sal bestempel. My vriendin Elzabe sal dit 'n"rowwe eniekie" noem. Aan die einde van die pad het ek presies geweet waarom hulle dit die VYF ASSEGAAIE genoem het, maar dit moet jy vir jouself gaan uitvind. Moet net nie soos ons, as julle soontoe ry te vroeg afdraai van die grootpad af as julle die 'Bloemfontein' teken sien nie. Die eintlike pad na die VYF.. is 'n paar tree verder aan.


Lekker stap!
Jeanne

9 Februarie 2009