Nomination forms and details are available on the LLS website or from the board office.

The next NSW state election is just two years away and present indications are that the Coalition could well lose government unless very strong leadership becomes apparent.

If the government benches do change hands in early 2019, it would be of great interest to watch what actions the ALP minister would take with regards to Local Land Services. 

During my dozen years with the system, I’ve seen a change from a grassroots, service delivery unit with all boards elected by ratepayers to an entity that is a mixture of three sectors of agriculture that don’t always see eye-to-eye.

My guess is that a Labor minister might perform radical surgery on the LLS system.

THE past 10 days have shown us why primary producers are eternal optimists as our autumn season has gone from owners being forced to make really difficult decisions to the fresh green of today.

The brave souls who sowed oats in dry, dusty soil are certainly being rewarded now as we can almost hear the crops growing. 

Can old hands remember ever seeing such prolific germination of clovers?

RECENT good rainfall has caused sheep breeders to take action against flystrike in what are muggy, green conditions. 

We have come to rely on great chemical products such as Clik and Vetrazin, but the question must be asked, what if these products cease to be effective? 

Remember Thibenzole, Magnum, Clout, Ivomec, Diazinon for fly, and a range of white drenches.

Each of those was a brilliant product for years and suddenly found resistance from insect and parasite pests. 

Again, what is your strategy if Clik or Vetrazin fails in the future?​

THE cockie’s wife was terribly ill and called hubby to her bedside.

“On the funeral day, would you please ride with Mum in the black car?” she said. “It’s my last request, dear.”

Hubby replied: “Oh well, if I must, but you realise it will completely ruin my day.”

***

THE customs checked a sweet young thing’s suitcase and found six pairs of French knickers.

“What are these for?” he asked, and was told, “Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.”

“What about Saturday, then?” he asked, and received a slow wink.

Next up was a hefty fraulein and her suitcase revealed three pairs of flannel bloomers.

“What are these for?” he asked, and was told, “January, February, March.”