If there was a chance pigs might fly, it would have happened last Sunday.The most spectacular southerly winds came through the farm, ripping out trees and shifting a pig shed from one paddock into the next (breaking four fence wires in the process).
The pigs weren’t worried at all, and continued rooting around, and even climbed into the broken shed as it balanced, twisted, on its end.
The bush in the south-west corner of the farm looks like a patch of carrots that have been thinned, with the rejects left between the rows.
Old eucalypts have been completely uprooted and there are tens of trees being cradled by their neighbours, holding on till they're let go.
The winds continued for a good 12 hours, and when they had finished the farm and the bush was completely still, and the sun set an eerie warm yellow.
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