We drive south through the ranges and on to an old favourite the Jondaryan Woolshed on the Darling Downs.
As we pull in Woody notices that we’ve lost the end from our pole carrier (tube) and we’ve lost half our annexe poles and one awning deflapper, about $300 worth, bugger. I’ll bet some Queensland bloke has rushed home to his missus and said “Look what I’ve found!”
We pat the animals, cook Kilcoy steaks on a new griddle and the sun sets warm and late over the paddocks. The smell of sheep shit lingers in the air. Aah we’ll sleep well tonight.
itchingforhitching 
The essence of country life!
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The dreamy smell of sheep s*** is one thing to enjoy. The dingleberries hanging by the pound on their un-bobbed tails is a nightmare story, not to the shearers delight.
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We call ’em dags down here and you’d go a long way to find a sheep with a tail unless it’s one of those fancy South American ones that drop their wool. Hmmm dingleberries, I’ll store that one away. 🙂
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