young farmers

A story to be shared

A story to be shared

Under the brim of an akubra hat, lies a story burning to be told.

It's whisper lies in the sweat stained brow, it's travelled ground on an old pulled plough.

And within this pair of old blue jeans, lies grease stains off some big machines.

There's a story found in these weathered hands, out west to the red dirt sands.

The tales from the shearing shed, the cattle that my dad has led,

our farmers have a yarn to share.

"I hate to see a small town die"​

"I hate to see a small town die"​

During the course of the Christmas break, whispers trickled around my home town of Nabiac that the Council had closed the saleyards, without mention to the local community. As the sale, which last month saw 700 head sold, seemed to inevitably been closed, the words of Troy Cassar-Daley beat through the land and hummed through the trees- "I hate to see a small town die".

Calling youth in agriculture- together we can achieve greatness

Calling youth in agriculture- together we can achieve greatness

As an industry, we must work together and continually discuss these changes. We must meet consumers where they stand and not dictate to them that they must purchase the items we produce. Rather, we must respectfully listen to them and work with them to produce the food that meets their ethical requirements, while being cheap, affordable and nutritious.

Our farmers must continue climate action- Opinion Article for The Land News

Our farmers must continue climate action- Opinion Article for The Land News

WITH the crowd funding support of 67 Australians, I recently found myself one of 50,000 delegates in Paris at the International Climate Change Conference, COP21.

This was the first time 195 nations had openly discussed their climate concerns about food security.

NSW Office of Environment and Heritage (Adapt NSW 2015) Keynote Address

NSW Office of Environment and Heritage (Adapt NSW 2015) Keynote Address

Almost 10 years ago, I recall sitting at my Great Grandmother’s dining table at the farm with my Grandpa and my Dad. To be honest, things were pretty rough… The drought was settling in over the once flourishing paddocks and there became a time several years before that prevented this gorgeous little farm from providing our family with all the opportunity they could have dreamed about. There became a time, when despite my Great Grandparent’s enthusiasm for raising their children on the land, that it was no longer feasible to do so.

Whoever Tells the Story Wins the War

Whoever Tells the Story Wins the War

I was driven with a desire to help people, a heart that wanted to give and a mindset triggered by an accident. It’s a mentality fired by loss and hurt, by passion and influence. In order to reconcile the events of the past, I grew up believing and being told that things happen for a reason, that each additional day was a blessing and opportunities would be presented when they were ready.

What convinced you to take that plunge? An Agricultural utopia.

What convinced you to take that plunge? An Agricultural utopia.

I feel the Land.

I embrace its presence.

And I thrive at the joy in farming it.

Good morning ladies and gentlemen and thank you for the opportunity to address you on behalf of our young farmers. I would like to further acknowledge that we meet on Aboriginal land today and pay my respects to the Elders both past and present.