What do you say on a day like today?

The north of the continent is flooded with news of crocodiles floating into towns, a small boy even being taken by one, and then the absolute horror of seeing the firestorms rage through Victoria consuming all in its way.

No mattter how prepared we are for these extremes of nature we are no match for its ferocity. 

For 60,000 years we have been here and no matter how we alter her or think we harness her, we are shown who truly is master of this land and it is not us.

I can only hope that every Victorian affected by this atrocity of nature knows that all of Australia is with you and feels for you in every way we can.

 


Every year our nation celebrates our national day with more and more patriotism. In fact, it is impossible to not see an Australian flag in some shape or form...from face tattooes to togs to capes and cars laden with flapping ensigns.

However, there persists these ungrateful sods who want to chuck mud on the celebration of our day and it seems a great misfortune that the chosen Australian of the Year Mick Dodson thought it pertinent to want a 'conversation' on the change of our day as it represents the saddest of days to 'his' people.

The 26th of January celebrates the incredible feat of the greatest seaborne migration of more then a thousand people....some free, some soldiers, some in chains. With them they brought the foundation of the peaceful society that has continued to draw in millions from across the seas today, seeking refuge from the ugliness of poverty and oppression and the simple inability to live without hindrance.


Ever wondered where honey comes from and how the bees live? Well as a side project to my sheep farming I have started producing my own bush honey, which is as natural as it comes and full flavoured thanks to River Gums and native wild flowers...Here is a look at the hives at my parents' homestead...and yes they do sting;)

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Making Honey

Making Honey

Farm life with David Graham

 

It Damn HotIts 10:20 am and I have sweat pouring out of me, or is it blood. I'm too exhausted to really know. My hands and arms are covered in red welts from being peppered with burr and thistle heads, my legs are a mass of purple and black bruises, and my hair is a Rastafarian matte of red dust and sweat... Yes I have been working in the sheep yards again.  


Prince HarryIt seems a little queer to me why it is that the British, sub-continental and, to a degree, the Australian press is doing somersaults over the use of nicknames by the princes of our House of Windsor.

Being a farmer I am always referred to by nicknames such as Cocky, Bushie, Hick, Country, Honky-Tonk and Hillbilly. For me they are just friendly terms that are totally part of our culture.

Being a white Queenslander I also get referred to as a Skip or Skippy, Waspy and less frequently nowadays Banana-Bender.

As a same-sex attracted person the list of what I am called is endless.....