Published by Bernice Walters
Written by Cecil Fisher 1991
Posted 2012 .
dingo..Working in the channel country in the out back ,riding along a well used track ,when in the corner of my eye ,I did see a dingo bitch lying under a gum tree
She looked so worn and ragged and beat ,I left her a big peice of meat ,On the rise,as I rode my chestnut horse up ,I saw the sign left behind of a dingo pup.
I fed this bitch and pups for a couple of weeks ,alongside the banks of the Channel creeks,The bitch now with the puppies play around,left their tracks all over the black soil ground.
One day a dogger to the station, doing his rounds said,”For dingoes I get paid a couple of pounds,Wont take me long to find the mother pups and dingo,When my job is finished from my station I`ll go’.
Next day ,from mustering I rode on back,To the station on this well used cattle track,There, lay the ded dingo bitch on the ground, with dead pups all scattered around.
I heard a whimper that made me look up ,There on the bank stood a little dingo pup,I reared this pup on milk and tucker of sort,he looked a champion,I called him ding,’dingo’ for short.
Ding was aabout 8 months old,when I went into town, I headed to town to let myself down.After the holidays another job I had to seek ,this time the job was mustering sheep.
Ding didn`t take long to understand how to work sheep ,He was now a working dog earning his keep.Tirelessly we`d work the sheep all day .Ding and I never had much time to play.
The boss of the station said ” he looks like a dingo to me “I said ” no boss,just a mongrel crossed with a kelpie” We worked on this station untill it could be seen ,Ding working sheep had turned into a champion.
We would muster the sheep from the paddock all day ,At night while the sheep in the yards would stay ,After a feed I would put Ding on the chain,Seemed to be looking for something he couldn`t explain.
On the chain I`d watch him as around he`d prowl,Then one night we heard a strange dingo howl, Ding got excited ,his body a quiver,just watching him,made me give a little shiver.
I walked up to Ding and took off the chain ,I knew that he wanted to join his pack again, Ding`s going took a part of me ,out in the great Channel country.
written by N A Cecil Fisher, published by Merrigal 1991.
and when I watch my girls and my memory goes back to the countless others who came into my care ,its a well known fact, freedom is the dream of the dingo..
