Paech farm, Adelaide Hills


Melbourne to Adelaide 

We took a day train from Melbourne to Adelaide, traveling along the southern coast through the barren “Overland.”  We passed through the suburbs of Melbourne, entering flat country of fields, north to the Murray River, crossing along the Murray River Bridge, entering the Adelaide Hills, passing by Mt. Barker, slowly coming down mountains into Adelaide around 6:00 p.m.

Dimboola in South Australia‘s Overland

Another remote outpost in the Overland

Miles of barren prairie in the Overland

Murray bridge over the Murray River, one of most significant waterways in southeastern Australia

Adelaide Hills 

View of the Paech Farm from the front porch

Our friends, Bev and Steve Paech, met us.  We hadn’t  met them before, but Marilyn’s parents knew Steve’s parents (Gordon and Stephanie Paech), from an Alaskan cruise in the early 1980’s.  Her family kept in touch with the Paech family for years and they visited her parents in Pittsburgh in the early ’90’s.  When we were planning our trip to Australia, we called Bev and she invited us to stay with them.

Jack at the Entrance to the Farm

The Paech’s raise cattle on the family farm near Wistow / Mt. Barker in the Adelaide Hills.  Steve’s grandfather  purchased the property in 1908.  For years, it was a dairy farm, but times have changed and now the best use of the farm is for breeding cattle.

Entrance to Paech farm

They own a wonderful home with several outbuildings which Bev & Steve have turned into a museum, “Paech’s Farm”.

Paech Farm House

Steve collects farm machinery, machines, implements, vintage magazines, machines used on the railroad, and other tools and gadgets used by workers in the Adelaide region.

Bev has turned her home into a museum displaying costumes (wedding dresses, other dresses, lingerie, riding clothes), jewelry, furniture, musical instruments, china, cookware, baby clothes, and other items to remind us what life was like through the years in the Mt. Barker region.

Old clothing on display in Museum part of the House

Old style writing desk and chair

Old Victrola playing an old “78” record

Marilyn playing the Paech old piano

The home itself is 2 homes – the first was built for Fred Paech and his wife, and when their son, Gordon, got married, they built another 3 bedroom home attached to the original home.  After the grandparents died and Gordon’s son, Steve, married, Steve and Bev moved into the older part of the house and raised 3 children there.

Bev is a fabulous cook, and served great meals for us, and for neighbors and family. especially the roast lamb dinner when joined by her children and their families.  It was great to meet everyone and share stories.

Steve toasting the family at lamb dinner gathering

Jack and Sarah clean up after big family lamb dinner

The first day we spent on the farm taking walks and enjoying ranch life.  We were fascinated by the gum trees — both large leafy gum trees and the dead ones (beautiful in their own way). Bev raises roses, Agapanthus, irises, lilies and Steve grows corn, beans, carrots, rhubarb, and spinach.

Bev’s garden in front of home

Flowers surrounding the home

Bev with grandson Ethan on front porch

Australian native birds 

And then there were the birds!  We saw so many beautiful birds on the Paech farm, Willy Wagtails, black and white magpies (Maggies), galahs, doves, carellas, parrots, and cockatoos.

“Maggie,” black and white magpies

Galahs are pretty with dusty pink breasts and under their wings.  They behave a bit erratically, hoping around, cawing in a humorous way.  Aussies call a person who’s a bit daft, ‘galahs.‘  We heard the expression a couple of times, and I used it once or twice.  I got a smile and a nod —   “Right about that, mate,” one bloke told me.

Galahs on Paech lawn in late afternoon

Galahs in flight

Corellas are small parrots, but white.  Rosellas are like small parrots with bright green feathers and blue , yellow, and red feathers around their neck and head.

Corella in flight

Rosellas in shade of gum tree

Cockatoos are larger and white with a tuft of yellow feathers above their head.

Galahs, parrots, carellas, rosellas, lorikeets, and cockatoos zip around in the air, flying between trees, over the ground, feeding in the grass, all the time chattering like crazy.

A favorite bird were the Willie Wagtails, small as  a sparrow, but with black feathers and fan tail they open when strutting on the ground.  They’re friendly and follow you around, almost so close you could reach down and pet them.

We loved the birds, particularly hearing them all during the day and especially at dusk when they’re busiest.

Poisonous Black Snake

(This section describes killing a poisonous snake.  If this is too squeamish for you, I’d recommend you read no further.  This is the last section in this blog.)

Australia has 8 of the 10 most poisonous snakes in the world.  The two deadliest are the brown snake and the red belly black snake. We learned about Australian poisonous snakes at the Australian Museum in Sydney, but didn’t realize we’d have an up close encounter with one of them.

One night before dinner at the Paech’s, we were relaxing in the kitchen while Bev made dinner.   Their son Robert came in and said a black snake had fallen into a well near Steve’s vegetable garden.  He wanted to kill it and take it out of the well since it would foul the water.

I followed Robert out to the well with a torch (flashlight) to shine down into the dark well to see the snake.  The surface of the water was about two feet from ground level.  The snake was hidden in narrow shelf between boards but Robert got him out poking in the shelf.  Soon, the small black snake was swimming on the surface, trying to  climb the wall to escape.  It was a baby, probably from a nest in a nearby pasture.  Farmers don’t like black snakes because they are a danger to their farm animals as well as humans.

Robert tried to hook him and pull him out, but the snake was too small and slippery.  He finally shot him with a .410 shotgun and fished out the upper half of the body.  He used a stick to show me the poisonous fangs.

Robert with remains of poisonous black snake

Small, but deadly

He handed me the snake and I held it behind the head and lifted the tongue with a stick to see the fangs.  One of the more eerie experience in my life.

Don’t try this at home

Another Australian adventure!  But not what  you read about in guidebooks.

Early evening walk around Paech farm

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Next:  Kangaroos, emus, wombats, koalas, and wallabies at Cleland Wildlife Park

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4 responses to “Paech farm, Adelaide Hills

  1. Good grief. That snake story is too much. Don’t do that again! Ever! We want to see you in Willyville in September!
    lol

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    • Thanks for your comments and I hope you do return. I’m back in Europe, recently posted from
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