When analysts talk about softening milk supply, there’s a whole other layer that’s anything but soft. It’s uncomfortable chats in the dairy about next week’s roster, sleepless nights worrying about where the next load of hay is going to come from, and long, long hours.
He spends more time in the tractor, she spends more time off-farm to pay the bills. The office is a mess, the kids watch a little more TV than usual and the mummy guilt rises with it. They all get snappy.
He comes in from the chilly night air long after the children have gone to bed. She’s in the office doing the books. Farms are not selling. There is no light at the end of the tunnel and there’s no way out, either.
Then one afternoon, the farm consultant brings a welcome dose of encouragement: the place is in great shape, poised to take advantage of any recovery, and the gossip around the traps is that an upbeat announcement from the co-op is imminent.
That night, as she takes her little boy out to check on the maternity paddock, the farmer is drawn by a ruckus at the dam. A moorhen hangs about a metre above the water, caught by one leg in a twist of wire and flapping its glossy blue-black wings desperately even though there’s clearly no hope of escape.
The farmer cannot stand and watch any more than she can walk away. With toddler on her shoulders and Blundstones squelching through the shallows, she wades towards the struggling bird. There is blood on the wire but with a deft spinning wrench, the fence springs back to shape, releasing the bird which, to the farmer’s astonishment, paddles away seemingly unhurt.
In the morning, the most anticipated email of the year arrives. To the farmer’s astonishment, the milk price will open 24 per cent higher than last year and the co-op has a little rescue package in the shape of a pre-payment for those prepared to pledge their loyalty. She reads the email twice more, just to be sure.
Never say die.
10 thoughts on “Never say die”
Great to hear the sun shines brightly today So much rides on the back of that milk cheque emotionally let alone physically and economically
Great to hear Marion,
let’s hope for good rainfall and lots of sun to keep the grass growing and healthy cows to milk.
You are so articulate in the face of adversity. If only the people in the big cities could understand how we are shoved from pillar to post and mentally doing budgets in our heads everytime we get a pay cut and working out who to catch up with when we get a payrise. Family time is so important as our children grow so quickly. Tell your hubby, and if he is like mine, will probably not listen – but he needs to take time to smell the flowers have a look around and cuddle the people he cares about. xoxo
well said Julie
Glad you got some good news. It is such a hard life sometimes.
Love your writing Marion. Glad to hear there is some good news on the horizon. Love your compassion. We need more people like you. You say it as it is and you really care.
Just beautiful written.
“Light breaks where no sun shines, where no sea runs the waters of the heart push in their tides.”DT beautiful story, Marion. Hoping for better times for you and your family. BA
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