Gameshope, Scottish Borders 8th February 2025.
February 2025
27th
Sitting in a field adjacent to Borthwick Brea, I endeavoured to capture a photograph of a nesting heron. I managed to capture a single image of the bird before it was startled and took flight.

The scaled frame is above, and I've cropped and scaled it below. Left-clicking enlarges the images.

The heron didn't come back after an hour. I would appreciate a small seat and perhaps a flask of sweet tea, as it is uncomfortable to sit on damp grass. While waiting, I took additional photos.

The other day (24th) I walked to Borthwick Brae to capture a photograph of the Heron; however, I discovered that I had abandoned my memory card in my laptop. Consequently, I returned today to capture the image.


During the years of traumatising extremities of weather, I never ceased to be fond of the great outdoors. I enjoyed being outside, as much as potentially sharing my pictures with you.

I retreated to the roadside, where I was backed off by a fence, in an attempt to blend my grey jacket with the tarmac of the road, after spooking the heron. In the background, Woodburn is visible.

The heron must have been frightened because the roadside behind me had been occupied by road workers patching potholes thirty minutes prior.

I've seen two mother ewes give birth to three lambs. A Blackface cross had one lamb and a Zwartble cross had two. Both lambs were born on their own.

I can't stand the things the villagers say to each other about me, so I'm using lambing as a good excuse to avoid being in Ancrum today.
26th
I am wearing gloves to handle the lambs because I dislike blood and slime; it's gore and terrible. Charlies left me with the lambing to go to work.

Lately, mother ewes have been leaving their lambs by the ring feeder.

The lambs have been fed and the mother ewe is in a pen with water and hay. Charlie will finish the rest when he gets home from work.

Thanks to my Apple Watch, I am now following a productive exercise regime, I've also cut out chocolate and pastries from my daily diet.

Charlie arrived from work and escorted me on a trip to observe a serene forest sunset. He goes above and beyond to demonstrate his concern for my mental well-being.
25th
I accompanied Charlie to retrieve lambing supplies.


They know our camera is there because the ewe lambed last night behind the ringfeeder.

Poly tunnel feeding time for mother ewes in lamb.

The length of it.

Less than one day old.

Tired and emotional today after uploading a Bethune diary post; I'll be glad to fall asleep in a few hours time.
24th
After a few days of stormy weather, it's finally sunny today. On my way to the poly tunnel, I saw that a rainbow had formed over Borthwick Brae.

Just this morning, a mother ewe got separated from her two lambs. Charlie put the mother ewe back in a pen and said, "She forgot to be a mother." Later that day, she seemed happy to be with her lambs.

Today, the lambs were sitting and nursing from their mother ewes. We haven't had any new lambs in twenty-four hours, but the ewes are getting colossal, uncomfortable, and panting. Elderly Herdwick is picking on other ewes. She will soon be auctioned off at Longtown, and if she's not in lamb, she will be cast.

I went for a walk along Borthwick Water this afternoon to get some much-needed exercise.



Returning to Woodburn.

Exercising is extremely beneficial for individuals who are experiencing mental health issues.

Penned.

I came back to Woodburn after my walk to discover that a mother ewe had given birth to twins.
23rd
Your body thinks chocolate is bad and can't stand it any longer; stomach cramps tell you to stop eating chocolate. After our trip to Hawick, we went back to the farmhouse and took care of the new lambs. All of their tails were docked, and all the male lambs were castrated.

The orange colouration of their fleece is iodine, which is used to disinfect their belly button from infection.

When lambs are very young, the docking and castrating procedure is minimally painful and takes less than a minute per lamb.


Furthermore, each lamb was assigned a number that corresponded to its mother ewe, as the pens will be amalgamated to facilitate the penning of additional mother ewes.