Even cowgirls get the blues

After a long winding road through the outwordly Australian outback, we ended up at Myella farm, which was to be our home for the next few days.
Immediately I felt at home and adopted an orphaned grey kangaroo called "Wolly" whom had to be hand-fed four times a day. We would get up with the sunrise to milk the cows then feed the hens and pick up the eggs that they had produced.
 After breakfast the calves needed feeding ( I would have a constant  fight with them as they struggled to get to the last milk bottle I had left) and then we would go for a long ride on the horses across beautiful prarie  fields and landscape (filled with kangaroos and pythons....).  learn how to throw a lasso and how to  herd cattle! Phew it is so much harder to be a farmer than I ever imagined.

In the end of the day we would take the motorbikes and drive on the red sand roads into the most stunning sunset.
 I put Wolly to bed by giving him a cotton bag (pouch), which he would jump into, swirl around and somehow manage to get his head out so that I could wrap a jacket around and zip  up, then he would feel safe and fall asleep! One night I was awakened by a calf's endless crying (and his mother; the cow) somehow the calf had jumped the fences( you read that right: cows can jump fences) to get to the other calves and was separated overnight from his mum. So we had to get out and try to move the cow back to her calf. Wow, not a very easy task but really magical doing it while watching and learning about the australian-starry night.
I could have stayed for much longer;  it made me so happy to be surrounded by all the animals and with the stunning scenery but as our trip was nearing the end we had to move on.