The Duckman: If Ho Ho Ho Was Hay Hay Hay

If Ho Ho Ho Was Hay Hay Hay Jodi and I hope for a rich harvest of a particular type of Christmas present this year. We should know a fortnight out from the day of Santa’s visit if our wishes come true and the ‘present’ is delivered. Alan is a nearby dairy farmer who runs a few young cattle on part of our 16-hectare property. He pays us a modest monthly agistment fee, which we use to help subsidise our hefty grain bills. Once a year, Alan rolls on to our place with his tractor, mower and baler and performs…

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The Duckman: Cooking Up A Strategic Sideline

Cooking Up A Strategic Sideline Some friends of ours run their own companies in Melbourne. They have built their own little empires that turn over millions of dollars and might employ as many people as the number of cows the dairy farmer across the road from us milks (I haven’t counted the cows but often of an afternoon I stop to admire the striking black-and-white line stretching along the lengthy track to the dairy). Sometimes the friends from the city visit our farm. Always they seem genuinely interested in the latest developments, whether it be what the ducks are up…

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