Posted by: kathandroger | April 8, 2018

The Sheep with no head.

We had three male lambs this year from our two ewes. Despite the awful weather of this springtime they have all done well and are growing rapidly. With the new flush of fresh grass in the pasture the hay is largely left untouched, but they all adore the sheep nuts I give them to keep them tame and so that I can catch them when needed. All the sheep also like old bits of bread, and this morning I took some up to the field this morning, only to find that one of the sheep, Dougal, I think, has lost his head.IMG_3947
I am not sure how he will manage without it, and feeding will be quite a problem, but I guess he will be welcome in the local circus.
Incidentally the local circus came to town for one evening last week. Yes, to our little village of about 500 people. To be fair, the circus consisted of one big tent and maybe an animal or two (we didn’t see the show), but it seems to be a trend for the small circus enterprises to visit small villages for one night and them move on. But I can imagine the excitement it must bring to the local children to have the show on their own doorstep.
We are still waiting to get on with the vegetable garden, the ground is still too wet for rotavating, although the broad beans are in flower and the peas are looking good. The early potatoes need to go in, but there is no point in putting other seeds in cold and wet ground. “Nature always pays its debts” according to the local sages, so we must be due for some good weather soon.
The chickens are laying beautifully at the moment. I have always been a bit cocky about how simple a chicken house can be, with no laying boxes and just a simple space with a perch which some of them use at night. But our chickens all like to lay in the same corner of the box. No problem with that except when three of them want to lay in the same place at the same time! I was passing the house yesterday when all sorts of strange noises were coming from within. I could hear chicken cussing phrases, like “bugger off, I’m bursting”, and “how much longer are you going to take to push that thing out?”. On opening the lid the problem was obvious.IMG_3946
Sandra was in prime position and laying, Beryl, the wayward chicken, was sitting on top of her trying to get to the nest, and posh Pat, was also on the pile, but had stepped back by the time I had got the camera. All seem to resolve over the next few hours though, and we had our normal clutch of four eggs by the afternoon.
I had been worried about our “kiosk”, the elevated sheep shelter on the top of our land which serves as a lovely place to sit and drink wine when we have the time to do so. It had been sinking in one corner and the decking had become badly warped. It was inconceivable that the builder bad been less than assiduous with the foundations, and last week I realised the culprit. IMG_3948
The sheep use the underside of the building and leave all their calling cards behind. The worms are attracted to the poo, and the moles are attracted to the worms. We have always had lots of mole hills up there, which is much better than on our lawn, but after years of burrowing under the wooden supports, some of them are collapsing. The beauty of rough and ready building is that repairs are easy, and next week I shall play with some cement foundations and some more big bits of wood and do the repairs… if the building doesn’t fall down beforehand!

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