24/12/2025
We would like to thank all our clients for their continued support in 2025. While all of the little guys might be dreaming of Santa tonight we thought a weād share a different take on the Christmas classicā¦..
āTwas the night before Carrick, and all āround the farm,
Not a beast stirred a whiskerāno hint of alarm.
The halters were hung on the gate with care,
In hopes that tomorrow would bring silverware.
The cattle were resting, all clipped to perfection,
Each coat shining bright in the moonās pale reflection.
The heifers stood proud, broad-shouldered and deep,
While the bulls in their pens settled softly to sleep.
The showbox was packedābrushes, soap, twine, and spray,
Polish for hooves and the good rope for the day.
And I with my flask, and my old lucky coat,
Had just settled down to revise every note.
But dreams wouldnāt come, for my mind was alive
With the hum of the ring and the saleās rising drive.
The patter of bids, the judgeās slow walk,
The rustle of straw and the ringside talk.
For Carrick is magicāan air of its own,
Where fortunes can change with the lift of a phone;
Where neighbours turn rivals, then toast with a grin,
And the best of the country all hope for a win.
So here in the quiet, the still winter night,
I whisper a prayer that the stock look just right.
That the months of hard work, through the wind and the rain,
Find reward in the ring, in the praise, in the gain.
Tomorrow brings Carrickāits pride and its roar;
The lights, the red rosettes, the crowd at the door.
But tonight, in the dark, with the frost laying thick,
I rest with my dreams of the showyard at Carrick.
Merry Christmas Yāall! š
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