Since our road trip to Dunedin, I have enjoyed life "helping" on the farm and working on my fitness. I took a 3, or so, mile run to the cow shed where Chris was milking the cows for the 2nd time that day. Once there, I watched the action for 20 minutes or so, and learnt all about how a 60 bail rotary parlour works. On my return leg of the run I was lucky enough to witness the a newly born calf stand up for the first time! My lend in hand also included retrieving the cows in from the field and herding them across a track to the cow shed where they were to be milked, and as this involved driving a farm quad, I felt right at home and loved the task. For the next couple days I joined Chris in similar tasks, as well as loading and spreading silage for the cows to eat, while squeezing in regular work outs with heavy logs and tires (as there were no proper weights available). Other than working on my personal fitness and the farm itself, we enjoyed a couple trips to the local cinema (which was an experience in itself as it was such a small complex) where together, Chris, Jenny and I, watched Ted and Total Recall - both brilliant films.
Other news includes feeding a calf a piece of toast... Chris and Jenny's house is situated in a position that is surrounded by fields, and recently young calves had been moved to these fields. Initially very cute, their constant 'moo-ing' can be very frustrating; especially early in the morning. Anyway.. it had come to may attention that we had left a piece of toast on the side in the kitchen for a few days, in thought that someone may become peckish and eat it in future, however within a few days it had become a little stale, thus we agreed we would feed it to a "lucky" calf. One evening we were outside burning some rubbish (because New Zealander's are really green and care a great deal about their footprint) and I remembered our agreement - to feed a calf the piece of toast. After some encouragement a calf, calf 280 to be exact, plucked up the courage to primarily have a lick of the butter, but then proceed to have a chew on the stale piece of toast. Albeit a small achievement in life, and one that will most likely not make my CV, I am sure it will be one of the best memories of my farming career.