Well hello to you all.. sorry there have been no posting lately, more pressing matters have come to hand... mainly in the form of crops that are needing to be picked, processed and eaten. Also the weeds are winning, so plenty to do on that front. We are still waiting for the plumber to call, guess he's not too hard up for work. Also Bryan the fencer gravedigger still needs to appear to finish the job.... GGGGRRRRRRRRR. So no gates, fencing not complete, no upstairs plumbing. What a pain. This just means that the poor downstairs bathroom is very over worked and any visitors have to make the long trek from their bedrooms to the bathroom, not always easy for everyone.On to more matters of the brain.
While doing the more mundane jobs around the farm, including weeding weeding weeding weeding and watering watering I have been thinking about things that I have seen.
Firstly, why is it that the chickens love beetroot leaves while they are growing, but if you pick the leaves and feed them to the chickens in their enclosure, they can not be bothered to eat them.
When collecting branches and twigs from the fields , they all hold tightly on to each other, so that it is impossible to remove just one branch. When trying to carry the same bunch of twigs towards the bonfire, they all let go of each other as you round the corner. The result.. you arrive at the bonfire with either one branch or maybe even a couple of twigs.
David has also had fun with the petrol lawn mower. Before going to cut some of the grass, the mower will start easily in the garage. Push it out to the field and try starting the machine again.... no chance.Result, one sore arm ( from trying to start the mower ) and one field of long grass.
The dogs have five acres of fields to use as a toilet, and yet just walking out to the poly tunnel you need to keep your wits about you to avoid land mines.
Seun ( our elderly golden retrivier ) is also able to show us when he would like a change in diet from his usual dog biscuits. Recently, I had collected the last egg of the day from the hen house, and had placed it in my trug outside the poly tunnel, while I went to pick a few strawberries. When I returned to the trug after about 10 minutes, the egg was gone. David denied all knowledge of it, so I had to look for another culprit. I retuerned to the house ( about 200yards) and found Seun proudly sitting in the kitchen with the intact egg placed neatly between his front paws. He followed me around closely until I made scrambled egg for him with his dinner.
I have taken a few new photos so will include them with my next post.
