when i was young we used to go up to a cattle, sheep and tobacco farm in Tenterfield.
fresh meat - it was up to Frank whether he shot a cow, or slit the throat of a sheep.
milk arrived in a bucket , warm.
the smell of tobacco leaves slowly drying in a large shedmilking a cows udder after it had been cut off the carcassmeat hanging outside in a small shed protected by fine green mesh
lots and lots of memories that i fondly remember even if some were grusome.
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