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Toogong


Toogong turned out to be a small town.  There is lots of ploughing going on at this time of year.

I've added Toogong to 100 Towns.

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  1. The blue truck (? not sure what it is) hidden behind the tree is nice. Kind of an eye catcher to me. The plough in the front looks like a big caterpillar, ;-)

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  2. Joan, I love the names I read on your blog! :-)

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    1. I like them too, that's part of the fun of visiting these out of way places. Many of the names derive from the aboriginal place names. Other than that they typically were names harking back to the 'old country' wherever that was for the early settlers ... England, Ireland, Germany.

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  3. I don't suppose this is a 'scarifier', is it? I think a scarifier has prongs rather than blades. That is a lot of blade-power, but the plough itself hardly looks modern.

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    1. Scarifiers have prongs. This is a plough. I agree it doesn't look all the modern but not sure they need to be ... has ploughing changed all that much other than what pulls it along? Though I believe no-till farming is catching on these days as a way of managing land better.

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  4. Yes, I have seen stuff on the tele about no-till farming. By that crazy bloke beloved by Australian Story.

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