|A bit swampy round the gate in the East|
Field but at least the sheep can stand in
the dry to eat the rescue hay. Many sheep
keepers are suffering way worse.
|At least the sheep can have dry(ish) feet while they eat their|
hay. I have spread a lot of gravel into this bit to stop the ground
chopping up so much in winter.
|It's not all rain. I managed to get this complete line of post-visit|
table linen through the system.
|Our flowering cherry, just starting.|
|You are being watched. The ever-hopeful pigs keep an eye.|
|Silvergirl's thriving and surviving 5 chicks, 3 weeks old here.|
|Sporting their new ear tags. Three of the lambs with one of |
Meanwhile a minor miracle happened in the never-ending fox saga. The hens won a point back for their score board. The Guinea fowl alarm went up at 11 a.m. and we jumped to, and let the dogs out. They shot off with their "it was a fox" focus and speed. When there is no fox they amble about looking for a scent-trail and soon lose interest and return. We declare it a false alarm and move on. While they were gone on this one, I was able to walk round the far side of the poly-tunnel and spotted the sad slew of grey feathers. I was sure the fox had nabbed a hen.
|Young love? The turkeys displaying to one another.|