The Bulldozer
There is a beast hiding in our back paddocks. It has two siblings. They're all ferocious. They belch, they bellow, they crash and bang. They sound like some vampire combination of schreeching train wheels and the roar of half starved prehistoric beasts. If you want to win a war, buy a couple. Otherwise, I wouldn't recommened meeting up with one in the dead of night (Unless, of course, you were under a bet to win a million dollars. In which case, I'd volunteer to drive).
My Dad has spent the last three years of the drought rattling around in these huge contraptions, pushing down mulga trees so the sheep have feed to eat. Just yesterday Mum thought we'd better get some photos for our "historical records", so we braved the 46 degree heat to bring you these.
>>>It's, um, big.
>>>This is the huge bar used for pushing over the trees. The bar on this one is 25 feet long and so heavy it's constantly snapping off the holding pins. One of our other bulldozers is even bigger and has one that's 30 feet long, the length of two normal cars.
>>>An interesting shot of the windscreen. The trees are meant to fall in front of the bulldozer but sometimes they manage to fall onto it. It's a wonder the one responsible for the windscreens current condition didn't go all the way through.
>>>Maybe we're looking wistfully at the clouds?
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