|Not summer yet|
Matt went for a wander to see if he could put the competitor birds in the NW paddock up, and while he was away a flock of 6 beat towards us into the wind. They skirted us, swept behind and then headed away downwind - but when they were at least a km away they turned and began to return and as they neared they began to hit the wiffle button, skidding half barrel rolls as they came in. We hit them and peeled birds out and as they swung out and away on the wind Matt popped up and dropped another. He soon returned.
We got the birds cleaned and meat on ice, had a quiet beer and then I headed for home. I felt whacked from the cold and the early start, so was surprised to still be awake after 10pm, thinking of poor old Zulu.
|getting the gear out|
Got a text this morning that Matt's old mate was acting like his old self. Good to hear - it had been a worrying end to a neat hunt.
|The old back of the ute shot!|