Terrible things happen on farms.
I took these photos of my neighbour’s dog Mary, with her pup, on the back of his ute six weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, Mary was killed by one of our cows. It was horrible.
It happened while she was helping my neighbour move our herd. He heard her yelp but by the time he got to her, Mary was dead. There was not a mark on her. My neighbour didn’t see exactly what happened in the long grass but he did see which cow it was that killed her. He thinks she must have been kicked in the heart.
It’s easy to forget how dangerous cattle work can be. And how fast bad things can happen.
Lovely Mary. So sad.
Mary’s pup is a fine handsome boy. He’s six months old but he doesn’t have a name. My neighbour just calls him the pup. His litter mates have all found homes in the district, working dogs all, except for one of the bitches.
When he was younger, the pup used to ride in the cabin rather than on the back of the ute. Here he is, at the end of February.