Victory is at last mine! For the past few days since The Roo Fence was extended beyond The End to become The Great Roo Fence, we have seen around 20 kangaroos on the farm each night – down from several hundred.
It’s been a roller-coaster ride, trying to make something out of that part of the farm. When I first took over the reins, I lavished it with care, refencing, installing new water lines and troughs, planting trees, breaking up the subsoil and resowing pastures. The local gossips said it wouldn’t be long before I went bust, spending money like water. And, in part, they were right. We’re still here but the fruits of our labours were simply ravished by the roos every dawn and dusk.
Having been thus chastened by Mother Nature, I decided to bide my time until the kangaroo problem was fixed, redeveloping the less vulnerable half of the farm across the road instead. I chatted with researchers about dingo urine, investigated the efficacy of sonic deterrents, then bought, reared and trained Maremma pups. Got a kangaroo cull licence but couldn’t follow through.
Now, here we are, with 20 roos on the place, a carefully crafted business plan and a much wiser head. It’s a new era for the farm and I can’t wait to get started.