When I was a young fella, living with Mum & Dad on sheep stations around Longreach, Hughenden & Ilfracombe, late 50's, [about 3 or perhaps 4 properties] Dad had a Morris ute. Went everywhere, with a bit pushing sometimes. The mail was delivered by Blitz truck, Got thru most times, but in a big flood [ sometime in the 50's] Dad had to ride his horse , leading a packhorse, over a river & a couple of creeks, to get food . All we had was a plate full of scones mum had made, and during the night, the cat got up in the cupboard and ate some of them. We can laugh about it know, but bbq cat was on the menu, if Dad hadn't arrived home in time. Good times, I miss them. Life is too fast now, how I miss those days when people had time for one another. [ one reason I enjoy this forum, in the main , people on here do]. Bob
				
			 
			
		 
			
				
			
			
				I’m pretty sure the dinosaurs died out when they stopped gathering food and started having meetings to discuss gathering food
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