New Zealand is having a drought. Water is being rationed;
particularly here at the farm. We are timing our showers and flushing only when
absolutely necessary. Dan and Yael go down to Auckland once a week and do some
laundry. There are fires here in the North Island, crops are drooping or dead,
and the stock are thirsty.
We water our four far pastures and the quarantine paddock
from our pond next to the red, red barn. About a week ago the pond ran dry. We
can manage hauling water for the sheep – they aren’t big drinkers. The steers
are another story. Boy do they swill the stuff. There is never enough. So we
sold off 3 of the steers. And the other 2 went berserk! They jumped the fence;
they charged the electric tape; they sulked. Don’t ever make the mistake of
thinking that cows are placid. They knew what the meat truck meant and they
freaked out!
We moved them to the new barn paddock and they settled
down. So Dan turned his attention to the pond. It was all silted up and the
cattails were growing over 10’ high. Being Dan, he decided to dredge the pond
himself. So in he went and up and down he dredged by hand, and pulled up
cattails, and when he finally emerged many hours later he looked like the tar
baby. Oh, and he had only cleared about 1/4th of the pond.
So we hired Merv and his digger to do the work. Dan and
Merv started 9 hours ago and are still at it as I write this. The sad part is
that even with all that effort, they can’t get the pond clear enough to rely on
for watering the paddocks. We will have to go to plan B which involves buying
another water tank and installing it at the red, red barn to catch the roof
runoff. Sounds good but water tanks are expensive, very expensive, and there’s
no rain anyway so what do we do in the meantime?
We haul water. That’s what we do. Just like the pioneers.
This may be the 21st century but a drought is still a drought and
all human ingenuity can’t make it rain (or cure the common cold, for that
matter). I guess we still have a ways to go.