Saturday, 1 February 2025 - Steaming into Picton, a small town with a very deep harbor so we can dock. We would
visit a working farm and a winery during our excursion.
We passed a ship designed to move logs. Timber is a major industry for the port.
A large pine tree stands out against lighter foliage.
The dock is full of stacked logs ready to ship.
Our excursion takes us to Meadowbank Station Farm for a demonstration of working sheepdogs. There were
two types of
dogs, the large dogs are called Huntaways, a mix of several dogs to create a pup which barks and moves
sheep
by barking.
The smaller ones are Sheepdogs and natural herders.
The manager of the property and his wife own these dogs trained to move sheep.
In this video the Huntaway dog is sent out using whistles specific to the dog and the master's sound. The
whistles tell the dog
to move right, left, come in, go out...
The Sheepdogs keep the sheep in a tight group.
The daughter of the ranch manager and her beloved pony.
Sheepdogs moving the sheep to pens for shearing.
Getting a little chippy with the sheep.
Amazing to watch the sheepdogs move the sheep around.
The goal is to move the sheep individually through a narrow chute, yet they prefer to stay in a pack.
In this video you see the
dog jumping on top of the sheep to move them.
Sheared wool.
The farm foreman demonstrates sheep shearing. Shearers are trained to keep the sheep calm, move through
the process quickly without hurting the animal.
Sheering a sheep is fast.
A demonstration of "pulling the wool over your eyes." They place the sheep on its side then cover its
head with the sheared wool. The act calms the sheep and so it stops moving. They shared that this technique
is used in the field to calm an injured animal for treatment, they place a shirt or blanket over the sheep's head
when it is on its side.
Hand-made crafts made by the daughter of the ranch foreman to help in her quest to help fund her entry in
future shows.
We then visited the Hunter Vineyard.
We did not think the wine or the experience was anything special.
30-year-old vines maintained as historical plants at the front of the vineyard.
We were then whisked back to Picton where we had lunch and wandered around the city.
We had a great seafood lunch at a cute local restaurant.