Caradoc Station

After our brief introductory romp at Boree, we headed north to what is to be our home for the next few months, Caradoc Station. The station is located about 30 km north of White Cliffs NSW. The lot is owned by Mr., our boss, and Mrs. Harvey and their three kids. The boys are Henry, George, and Stan. They are six, four, and two respectively. We don’t see much of them, and Henry is the only one we really have spent any time around.

The station is one hundred and thirty thousand acres. That’s right one hundred and thirty thousand acres. It is much bigger than Boree’s three thousand acres though smaller than some of the stations in Western Australia and the NT. There are a few stations that are over one million acres. Personally I cant even begin to fathom how big that is. I am sure its bigger than say New Hampshire or New Jersey.

The station consists of the main house, where our boss and his family live, which has an out door wash house for laundry and things, a yard, and a little shed for the lawn care tools and the dog and chook food.

The workers house is just east of the main house. It has three bedrooms, two living rooms, a toilet room, a shower and bathtub room, and a kitchen with a separate dinning room. Since there is not a governess around currently, which is the term they use for a live in nanny who is also responsible for helping the kids out with their school lessons, we have the place to our selves. It is a lovely little house with a yard and it is perfect for us. One of the previous tenants even bought and Xbox 360 and left it behind with a bunch of games. I was stoked as I had wanted to play video games for a while.

The main house zone also has a couple large sheds of varying uses. They are all big steel I beam frames with corrugated sheet metal walls and ceilings. They look a bit ugly but they are quite useful. One is a hangar for their bush plane. It’s a little Cessna four seater. He told us what model it is but I don’t remember. The hanger also has room for the helicopter that the boss’s father in law owns and operates. It is rather handy to have around and makes muster much easier (I will tell you all about it in a different post. Of similar size is the vehicle and tool shed. Within said shed is an old UTE, a handful of motorcycles, the three quads we use for many of our stock related work, tools of all sorts, oil containers, an air compressor, and more. There is a little room on the eastern side that is separated by a wall where he keeps most of the chemicals used for varying purposes. I took a peek in once but there wasn’t much of interest really.

A bit to the southwest of the vehicle shed is the hay shed. It contains the hay bales, or does when they have any and an old tractor. The old bulldozer, which still runs quite well, sits between the two. Twenty meters further southwest is the chook pen and the dog kennels for the bigger dogs. Behind that lies the bunk house for the shearers. It also has a kitchen with an old wood burning, cast iron stove. It’s not the nicest of places, but it would do the job. The biggest one is the shearing shed. I will leave it to you imagination to figure out what goes on in there.

Behind the shearing shed lie the yards. The yards are a bunch of metal pens with two laneways in the middle. At one is the draft race, the weighing and tagging race, and the truck ramp. The yards are where a lot of the work happens. We have spent hours upon hours at the yards, and there are other ones scattered through out the property that can be used instead of walking the sheep twenty KMs to the house yards. There will be a whole post dedicated to the yards so I will not go into too much detail here.

One thing I have enjoyed thoughrouly about this place is the amount of dogs about. There are three younger sheep herding dogs of some breed, which don’t really do much sheep work because they weren’t really trained, Nip, Stan, and Jack. They are all very excitable and are rather funny. One of them, Stan and Jack look the same to me, loves to herd the chickens. Nathans old dog Wilson, which is a girl, is also around. She is rather old and doesn’t do much, but she is nice to pet and even comes out to the yards once in a while to say hello and lay around.

They also have a little fox terrier named Suppy or Suppa, The story we were told is essentially some one showed up at Boree Park, Nathan’s other property, with this dog with no tags asking if they knew who it belonged to. They didn’t, but they ended up taking the dog any way, as the guy who found it was just passing through. One of the kids, Henry most likely, was old enough to talk but pronounced “puppy” as “suppy,” so the name stuck. They have bred her once, and there are now five little fox terrier Dauschound hound mixes running about the place. They are the cutest little things and two or three of them are very friendly. They are small enough to fit through the mesh fence around the house to they frequently come running out to say hello when we walk by. I have quite a good time petting them. It is also nice to have something that excited to see me, and I don’t have to take care of them! They are awesome and I love it! We also have adopted a Dorper lamb who seems to have lost its mother in the mele that is the yards. We have named her Daisy and will be raising her to the best of our abilites. She is rather cute currently and follows us around the yard when we are at the house. She is a bit loud though, so we shall see how it goes.

All in all the place is huge, though the main area is probably only an acre or two. We have been working pretty much non stop since we got here so we have not had much chance to explore, but the nearest town is tinny, and there cant be much going on. It is a bit lonely, but it has been a great learning experience so far. Its also nice because we have nothing to spend money on besides food, so we are saving a ton. The family is very nice, and our living quarters are great. It should be an interesting few months.


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