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Written by Jacinta Mills
My first year of university finished after 2 weeks of exams at the end of October last year and I flew home for the wet season, back to Walla Downs Station on the Kimberley coast. Bore runs, checking cattle, feeding out loose mix supplements and hoping for rain kept me busy for all of November, December and the start of January.
Early this year I had the opportunity to travel overseas with an invitation to see the agricultural industry in Argentina. So after much planning my tickets were booked to Argentina via the USA.
My 8 days in Argentina were flat out. I visited bull genetics farms that specialised: in semen production for export; farms that grow hybrid corn under irrigation, irrigated potato and soybean crops; an endurance horse and polo horse stud, and; the production and packing warehouse of a seed company.
The agricultural industry in Argentina is so versatile. Nearly every farm that I toured around was diversifying in one way or another. It was so great to see other countries using similar practices as what I have seen at home in Australia.
After Argentina I returned to America. I spent the last week of my travels visiting a friend in Kansas. I had never met Steph until I arrived at the airport and she picked me up, but it was like we were long lost soul mates. Our passion for agriculture and life, plus a ton of mutual friends back home had us talking till all hours of the morning. Steph was kind enough to take myself and a fellow Aussie to a ranch in Nebraska where I was able to see how a cattle ranch survives a very snowy and cold winter. Deep in the sandhill country I fed out hay and “cake” to an Angus herd in -14C temperatures. I struggled to understand how these cattle survived winters like this. That was when Steph reminded me that American’s would find it hard to understand how Droughtmaster’s and Brahman’s survive a Kimberley summer year after year.
After my trip I was only home long enough to catch up on all the happenings. There was a lot happening down at the pivots, I’ll fill you in on those in another blog. Whilst I was away in Argentina, Wallal was hit by Cyclone Stan. Being on the other side of the world and trying to keep in contact became hard. This didn’t bother me at all until I was in Argentina and Dad had notified me of the pending cyclone. Knowing it had been a long time since Wallal’s last devastating cyclone, my fingers were crossed that this wasn’t going to be as bad as Dad had mentioned in his messages …