There have been some issues with the power generator and my little house gets like an oven when the sun hit’s the glass doors. I have air conditioning in every room, so usually this isn’t a problem, but without power it was going to get pretty warm inside.
The father decided to take the family (along with me and two French woofers) fishing for fresh water prawns at a nearby lake. The area is still part of a working cattle station, so there are cows everywhere, but the little lakes are covered in water lilies and surrounded by old gnarled gum trees.
It seems throwing a weighted fishing net is quite a skill. I almost got the hang of it and did manage to catch a couple of the enormous fresh water prawns that fill the lake. We came back with a whole bucket full.
On the drive back to the house, the father stopped at a tree to show us the medicinal qualities of the bark. When he got near the trunk, he realized that the tree was buzzing with the hive of the local, stingless honey bee. We must have spent the best part of an hour attacking the tree, prodding our poking sticks into the hive and devouring the delicious honey and royal jelly. We broke off a branch full of honey comb to bring home.
In the afternoon we waded back across the Fitzroy River and built a campfire on the bank. We roasted our prawns on the fire and then buried some wild ducks in the hot sand with the coals and sat by the river waiting for them to cook. The meat was delicious, very dark and not fatty (although it was a little sandy).
I think I could get used to this hunting and gathering lifestyle (especially when there is also air conditioning).
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