The dogs bark as a white truck drives up the driveway. Out steps a man with a feather poking out his felt hat, that's Tim. ‘’Come out on the farm with me'' he says, ‘’we're getting the rams out, grab your camera''.
We drive with a comfortable speed to Walhalla farm where the rams are drafted and loaded on the trailer. Tim gives me yarns about the history of these yards and the house up the hill that he and his wife used to live in when their kids were only babies.
Tim gets behind the wheel, starts the ute and within 40 minutes we're out in the back of the farm. We get out and the view is mind blowing. The ocean merges in to alpine environment when I look from my far left to the far right.
‘’It's time for the rams to show us what they are bred for.'' Tim says while he opens the trailer and lets them out. We drive a bit further to the ewes and shift them towards the rams. In 5 months we will see with our own eyes how many lambs these rams have fathered.
