The other unwelcome visitor to the region is the dreaded "Patterson's Curse", thanks to the recent heavy rain squalls. It's sprung up literally in the last 10 days. While the hillsides look gorgeous draped in rolls of swaying purple, the stuff is a bloody weed and a pest, and ruins whole paddocks of otherwise healthy feed for the stock.
"... The plants contain pyrrolizidine alkaloids and, when eaten in large quantities, cause reduced livestock weight or even (in severe cases) death...." (Source)I remember laughing when somebody told me what I wrongly thought was a yarn, a bit of a leg-pull... apparently Sydney-siders sell the stuff as a beautiful Spring flower they call a "Bathurst Bluebell", or some garbage as that! Geebus!
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Flies! You said it! Haven't been getting too close to Luke the horse--fly magnet. He very much appreciates having his fly veil put on every morning. They're thick.
ReplyDeleteWas almost tempted to drive over your ways to see the beautiful fields of purple Patterson's Curse. For some reason it doesn't seem to have proliferated 'round here.