"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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First morning
We woke to an unusual alarm the next morning. Some of the cows in the next paddock crying, crying from the early hours. The poor things, it was weaning time, the neighbour said their calves had been taken the previous day.
In the morning we went out to see the radio telescope 20 or so kms out of town. On another wayfaring trip we visited the radio telescope at Parkes but this one is an array of dishes on a long track that can act like one big dish.
We passed through Bakers Swamp without noticing anything. Then reached our last dot on the map for this trip - Larras Lee and saw this. The roadside monument says: In Memory of WILLIAM LEE (1794 - 1870) of "Larras Lake" a pioneer of the sheep and cattle industry and first member for Roxburgh under responsible government (1856 - 1859). This stone was erected by his descendants. --- 1938 --- This is a repost from a few days ago. Thinking I would use this for this week’s Taphophile Tragics post I dug a little further into William Lee’s story, it’s a very colonial Australian one. William was born of convict parents, living his childhood years around the Sydney region. In his early 20s he was issued with some government cattle, recommended as a suitable settler and granted 134 acres at Kelso near Bathurst. He was one of the first in the area and did well. A few years later he was granted a ram and an inc...
What a sad photo - but it's really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have never lived near cows before to know about these things. I agree the misty morning captured her sad cries well.
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