An Aussie on holiday.

So my cousin Daryl came over to NZ to visit me for a few weeks.
He's not a bad bloke, for an Aussie.
This occurred on the second day that he was there, I was showing him around the farm, explaining how the farm ran and what we did with the stock.
Driving the 4WD down the back paddock I spied a ewe that had got it's head stuck in a fence.
What was I to do?
I pulled the ute over and looked at Daryl.
"Sorry mate, I need to deal with this, be back in five"
I jumped out and looked at the sheep, back at Daryl, back to the sheep.
Sigh, ziiiiiiiiiiiiip.
So there I am, having some fun, doing the usual, feeling Daisy push back a little, I knew she was into it. You can tell by the bleating.
Then I hear the ute door open and hear Daryl walk around towards me.
"Geeze cobber, I mean, I know we Aussies always give you kiwis shit about being sheep fuckers but I never thought I'd see it myself"
I keep pumping away, getting close, his accent is SOoooo annoying though, almost put me right off.
"forte2 mate, actually that looks like a bit of fun, mind if I give it a try?"
Well, he's my cousin, here's here on holiday, I should be the good host.
So I step away and wave him in.
Daryl walks up and sticks his head through the fence.