Tuesday, 12 November 2019

It's true!

Twice a year. I promise I keep deciding to pick up blogging again. And I do. And then I drop it again.

The ewes are away now, hopefully all in lamb (we don't scan, we pray) and due from the week after Christmas. This stupidly early date is all to do with getting lambs ready to show. Arran is back in the bottom paddock, with a handful of this year's ram lambs, who really do have to go. Except Denzel, who has earned a ticket to stay and show next year as a shearling.

We've eleven ewes to lamb, and frankly, not enough space. So this is a question we'll have to keep asking ourselves.

We eventually picked up two goats from a dispersing herd to keep Mable company Pickle and Pumpkin - and they've been temporarily fenced on a patch of the field that was head high in brambles and junk. As they clear the brambles, we clear the junk. Or at least, that's the theory.

The 'allotment' garden did OK, all things considered, but I do need to spend a lot more time on it next year, as we try to crank up Chalky Flora and grow a lot more flowers. 

Autumn is in mid flight and we are having one of the wettest ever. There are floods all over the West Country, and weather warnings still in place. Our land, which usually becomes squelchy after Christmas, is already beginning to sag.

Mabel, with Pickle and Pumpkin, reclaiming the badlands.

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