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Rolling hills


This is a beautiful part of the world -- glassy dams, tall timber forests and emerald green parklike acres dotted with sheep and tussock grass.

We didn't go to Jenolan Caves on this trip but I posted quite a few shots of that lovely spot over at 100 Towns.


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  1. The sheep have plenty of room to move. I hope they don't end up as live export to Pakistan.

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  2. Love this sort of rolling dale that channels runoff. Farmers know instinctively where to put dams.

    Re the live sheep (animal) trade. I think I am coming to not agree with it. Not so much from an animal rights PoV, but perhaps moreso that we could do with industries in our north that add value. Yet, the farmers up there are wedded to the live-animal trade. The 'animal liberation' crowd is a very cohesive lobby group that prey on our feelings for animals as pets. I hate the way they manipulate my feelings.

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    1. I too get annoyed by the 'animal liberation' lobby. It's as if they want to enjoy eating meat without killing animals. It certainly would be better if the live animal trade could be phased out so we do have better control.

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  3. It still feels such a treat to see green hills in NSW...

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    1. I feel like that too. It was browning off but with the recent rain has come up so green again.

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