Gameshope, Scottish Borders 8th February 2025.
February 2025
27th
Today I sat by Borthwick Brea trying to get a picture of a nesting heron; I snapped it once before it got spooked and flew away.

The original scaled frame is above, below I've cropped the frame and scaled; left clicking expands the images.

I waited an hour but the heron didn't return. Uncomfortable sitting damp on wet grass, I require a small seat, and maybe a flask of sweet tea. Whilst waiting I took other pictures.

The other day (24th) I walked to Borthwick Brae to take a picture of the Heron but found I'd left my memory card in my laptop, hence returning today to take the photograph.


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.

After spooking the heron I retreated to the roadside, backed off by a fence, hoping to blend my grey jacket in with the tarmac of the road. Woodburn can be seen in the distance.

The roadside behind me, on half an hour ago, had been occupied by road workers filling in potholes; guess this spooked the heron also.

We've had two mother ewes lamb three lambs, a Blackface cross had one, and a Zwartble cross had two; both lambed without intervention.

Lambing is a good excuse to not be in Ancrum today, I cannot stomach what villagers say to each other about me, to suppress me into ostracism.
26th
Charlies gone to work, left me holding the lambs, I'm wearing gloves to touch them, don't like blood and slime, its horrible, its gore.

Recently they've been dropping them by the ring feeder.

Both lambs have suckled, mother ewe is penned with water and hay; Charlie is doing the rest when he returns from work.

I've stopped eating chocolate, and pasties, because of my apple watch I'm on the path to health, I now have an effective exercise routine.

Charlie arrived from work and took me for a drive to see a calming forest sunset; he goes an extra mile being considerate and caring about my mental health.
25th
Today I travelled with Charlie to pick up lambing supplies.


This ewe lambed last night behind the ringfeeder, they are aware of our camera.

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
Two days of stormy weather appears to have blown away to the reveal a sunny morning; on the way to the poly tunnel I noticed a rainbow had appeared over Borthwick Brae.

Early this morning a mother ewe had strayed from her two lambs; placing her back into a pen Charlie said the mother ewe had "forgotten to be a mother". She appeared contented to be with her lambs later in the day.

Midday the lambs were sitting and suckling from their mother ewes, we've had no new lambs for twenty-four hours but ewes are very big, uncomfortable and also panting. The aging Herdwick is bullying other ewes, she'll be auctioned at Longtown very soon, if not in lamb she'll be cast.

Got some much needed exercise this afternoon via a walk along Borthwick water.



Returning to Woodburn.

Exercise is so good for anybody suffering from aling mental health!

Penned.

After my walk I returned to Woodburn to find a mother ewe had lambed twins.
23rd
My body believes chocolate to be evil, and no longer tollerates it, servere stomach cramps decree it so; stop eating chocolate. After visiting Hawick we returned to the farmhouse and tended to new born lambs, all tails were docked, all male lambs castrated.

The orange colour on their fleece is iodine, to cleanse their belly button from infection.

The process of docking and castrating takes less than a minute per lamb, and is near enough painless when lambs are very young.


We also numbered each lamb with their mother ewes, as the pens will be merged together to free up hurdles for mother ewes to be lambed.
22nd
Another mother ewe has lambed tripplets, one died, leaving black and white twins for mother ewe to lick; very messy, required intervention.

I don't know how Charlie does this without gloves; he calls this cleansing, I call it gore.

Internet here is slow to upload mp4 files.
Been kept awake with clenching stomach spasms, yet doctor says I should not be in pain with my stomach; internet research suggests Irritable bowel syndrome IBS.

They like freshly opened bales of hay and will eat from my hand.

Driveway is going to be scraped again this autumn.

It's not a problem for our L200 but messes up the farmhouse, notably the kitchen, it's a near constant mop to keep the mud out. Yesterday my faery friend asked if I still heard messages (auditory hallucinations), I replied "yes, but I've become a better listener". Who in history has ever been contented to listen to their thoughts I asked myself.

This is the lambing count in the polly tunnel, three pens, five lambs with three mother ewes. There all quiet contented, although we are watching out for watery mouth. We called in at Harbo in Hawick to pick up some wormer for the ewe lambs; this covers them for three weeks against fluke and tapeworms.

Making a pen on the driveway.

We bring them down from the paddock by baiting them with food, a shake of a bucket keeps em coming. One or two stay behind sheep can upset the entire flock to flee in panic, then it gets harder to bring them in. Writing that one or two remaining will go to the flock, if their anxiety is abated.
The trough is dragged into the pen, unaware the flock follows.

Close the pen, remove the trough.

Charlie prepares the drench gun, each sheep recieves one dose each; accompanied by one red dot.
We place them close together because this makes them easier to handle, plus they cannot jump out; they are only kept like this for five or so minutes.

Here is the spray I used to mark gimmers that had been wormed; as we cannot sell wormed livestock at Longtown auction until the wormer has left their system.

Charlie still wears his ragged overhauls despite me buying him new overhauls; he's the same with clothes but smiles when the job is done.

We penned our other gimmers with a hurdle into a calf creep; one ewe did not get wormed, she is being transported to Longtown auction because she aborted her lamb.

Returning from Ancrum, swore I seen Stewart Copeland in Denholm, of all places.

We have to keep an eye on the lambs welfare, because ewes can be lousey mothers, some are murderers, squashing to death one lamb to focus thier attentions on another lamb.

One last visit to the poly tunnel, we'll not be returning tonight unless the CCTV does alerts us to lambing ewes.
21st
First twin lambs of the year have been born in Woodburn Farmhouse polytunnel at midday; both lambs are suckling mother ewe without intervention.

These two below have proper teeswater markings.

Charlie let me film them before he penned them off, then left them to bond; this is the 3rd year I've seen lambing at Woodburn.
As I was returning to Woodburn from Ancrum another mother ewe lambed; Charlie was in a rush to return. That's twins and a single lamb from two mother ewes.
19th
Loving these early morning Ancrum sunrises from my living room window.

Charlie kindly helped me with pre-paid electricity and gas yesterday, I have a warm house today.
18th
Fixed fan problem on my Optiplex 3070 micro, replacing the fan with a fan from my old Optiplex 3020 micro machine.
17th
It's snowing this morning, I adore the snow settleing on the countryside; winter is my favourite time in Scotland.
Trying to shift the flu with honey and lemon; have throat lozenges and paracetamol to lower my temperature.
16th
Visited Teviothead, Charlie wanted to see the Hizzy Cairn.

A lovely and quiet place, undisturbed to unwind, rest thoughts.

Interesting to learn the story of Johnny Armstrong.


I liked Teviothead Kirk, the bell has a nice sound.

We didn't visit anywhere inhabited and did not stay out for too long, as both of us are sick with flu!
15th
Charlie pulled some disconcerning faces whilst fetching hay bales today.

He never lets on that he's angry, but I've studied kinesics; so he can't hide.



Whilst he loaded hay bales, I took a few photographs of new born (2 days old) calves.

We're still waiting on the lambs arriving, ewes are huge so any day now. From last year we've halved the number of ewes in lamb.