The long silence was due to busy days of pre-harvest preparation, the cycles of harvesting and the subsequent processing of nuts.

Over half of the crop is now sold, one month after harvest and most of the bills and half the debt paid.

We are emerging and planning for next year. The trees are going to sleep. The cockatoos are sifting though the rubbish heaped as mulch under the black walnuts, for nuts.


The scout stands guard atop a nearby tree while the others scavenge. These guys live for over 70 years. They will be back next year with their mates.