Skip to main content

Mitchell Grass Plains



This country is beautiful. Miles and miles of naturally treeless grasslands, white like a frosty morning.

I saw a rare flock of sheep.  A map in the museum showed how sheep were once a staple of the area but in the 1990s with the drought and the poor wool prices most farmers moved into cattle.  The stocking level per acre is low so you don't often see cattle either other than in the long road trains that maraud the roads.


Comments

  1. It has a beauty all of its own.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes it does. I find these places astoundingly lovely, but am not sure I would enjoy living there.

      Delete
  2. Replies
    1. The Hay Plains have endless miles of super flat but I somehow didn't expect it here.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The filmy veil of greenness

We crossed the border into Victoria cruising down a lovely timbered road before breaking into the rich dairy country of Gippsland. It is wonderful to see the land green after more than 10 years of very dry weather. But most of the state of Victoria is still drought declared.

Musing:
The Pasture by Robert Frost
"I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. You come too."

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure.
If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

Book Now

Over the road from the rose gardens in Bendigo, a beaut second hand bookshop.