n. (context Australia English) A wild or feral horse.
A Brumby is a free-roaming feral horse in Australia. Although found in many areas around the country, the best-known Brumbies are found in the Australian Alps region in south-eastern Australia. Today, most of them are found in the Northern Territory, with the second largest population in Queensland. A group of Brumbies is known as a "mob" or "band".
Brumbies are the descendants of escaped or lost horses, dating back in some cases to those belonging to the early European settlers, including the "Capers" from South Africa, Timor Ponies from Indonesia, British pony and draught horse breeds, and a significant number of Thoroughbreds and Arabians.
Today they live in many places, including some National Parks. Occasionally they are mustered and domesticated for use as campdrafters, working stock horses on farms or stations, but also as trail horses, show horses, Pony Club mounts and pleasure horses. They are the subject of some controversy – regarded as a pest and threat to native ecosystems by environmentalists and the government, but also valued by others as part of Australia's heritage, with supporters working to prevent inhumane treatment or extermination, and rehoming Brumbies who have been captured.
A brumby is an Australian term for a feral horse.
Brumby may also refer to:People
- Colin Brumby (born 1933), composer and conductor
- Frank H. Brumby (1874–1950), admiral
- John Brumby (born 1953), Premier of Victoria (2007–2010)
- Monique Brumby (born 1974), musician
- Brumbies, a Canberra-based rugby union team competing in Super Rugby
- Brumby Engineering College
- Brumby's Bakeries, chain of retail bakeries
- Silver Brumby, series of books
- The Silver Brumby, television series
- USS Brumby (FF-1044)
- Subaru Brumby, the Australian-market name of the Subaru BRAT
- Brumby, Lincolnshire, former village
Usage examples of "brumby".
Now and then, however, it got some baddish cases, people who were almost off their rocker, and I fancied that Brumby was one.
Waluwara stock men take a week or two to catch the most likely brumbies we can find.
But my cuddy went bush with the brumbies and I found meself in a prebloodydicament.
Wild as the birds in the sun-drenched trees, their children skulked shyly behind the sulky wheels or scuttled for the protection of the woodheap while their parents yarned over cups of tea, swapped tall stories and books, promised to pass on vague messages to Hoopiron Collins or Brumby Waters, and told the fan tastic tale of the Pommy jackaroo on Gnarlunga.
The boss had known it, she had known it, and surely Bounder, with his brumby intelligence, had known it, too.
Mama would tell you that I am becoming prim and prosy, in fact, like my Uncle Brumby!
Go aft and find your platoon sergeant, tell him about Brumby and order him to prepare recommendations to close the gaps in the T.
He placed Brumby temporarily in charge and put me to sleep immediately after he relieved you.
I studied the skeleton display, picked out Brumby and Cunha, their squad leaders and section chasers.
It had been seven minutes and forty seconds since the platoon sergeant had gone down, slightly over seven since Brumby had gone after him.
Yes, I heard the shearers singing `William Riley', out of tune, Saw 'em fighting round a shanty on a Sunday afternoon, But the bushman isn't always `trapping brumbies in the night', Nor is he for ever riding when `the morn is fresh and bright', And he isn't always singing in the humpies on the run -- And the camp-fire's `cheery blazes' are a trifle overdone.
You'll admit that Up-the Country, more especially in drought, Isn't quite the Eldorado that the poets rave about, Yet at times we long to gallop where the reckless bushman rides In the wake of startled brumbies that are flying for their hides.
Brumby is dead and Naidi bought the farm next to his and I'm simply glad that they both got their chevrons and were wearing them that day on Planet P when nothing went according to plan.
Nearly every Sunday we were after the brumbies, until they got as lean as greyhounds and as cunning as policemen.
I did what I could think of, having Cunha and Brumby take turns as drill sergeant (thus leaving platoon sergeant and leader free to rove around): I gave orders that no sweeps were to repeat in pattern so that each man would always check terrain that was new to him.