|Dippy Goose Eggs. Breakfast of Champions.|
|Anchovy flavoured pizza.|
|Chopped pork pizza|
|Fast growing lamb, Tigger, still takes Mumma's milk but is also|
keen on grass, hay and the breakfast 'crunch'.
|Thick ice on the goose bath.|
|Straw bales keep the wind out of the sheep shelter. The sheep |
can hunker down behind a bale.
|Feathers mark the murder scene and the arrow shows the |
villain's escape route.
|Our #1 Buff Orpington rooster. This is Herme. He survived.|
His son, who looked very similar, was the victim
|Getting in supplies of feed and coalite to see us through |
|The local Tidy Towns group kicked off |
their 2018 season with a very good talk
Finally, with The Beast coming across over the next few days, and The Pest very much a factor, we watched the black clouds building in the East and the first flurries of hail and snow come down on a squally wind. I looked across at Polly, our next ewe due to lamb, who was the far side of that East Field and saw that she was pawing at the ground. A definite sign of imminent lambing, though I'd not thought she was 'bagging up' that much yet. Still, we made an executive decision to get her indoors - I was mainly thinking of the cold and wet, but the Assistant Shepherd noted that Brer Fox would almost certainly be attracted to all that birth-fluid smell and fresh blood. Foxes will readily steal a new born lamb while it is helpless. I could not bear that.
So she is now in the pen in the Tígín on new straw, with a bucket of water and some grub. She is not totally happy about this but this is one of those times where the humans need to 'play God' and decide what is best for the animals in their charge. Polly's instincts might all be shouting to her to go find a lonely corner of the field and go it alone, but she doesn't know what we know about the Beast and that hungry, frustrated fox who just missed his duck dinner. Lastly, good luck to all our UK friends, who are mainly around the SE which seems to be the place posting the snowiest pictures on Facebook and may be getting The Beastly snow storms in the neck. Stay warm and dry.