I will be OK to return to my flat for a break from this in two days time; returning after another three days, in another week lambing season will be finished. Charlie's health has improved with rest, he woke me with coffee at 8am. Rain is pouring down outside, and the farmhouse is fresh airy with a damp, lingering, cold. I am a bit disappointed that we are not attending a monthly music night at the local village hall because there is no money for the required fifteen-pound tickets; should be able to go out at least once a month, especially after lambing season! Two new lambs were born into the herd, ones suckled, but Charlie had to go to work and so there was no time to suckle the other lamb; but mother ewe has been penned in with them.
The poly tunnel is beginning to look full, when all the sheep have gone to grass keep the structure will be modified to allow more air in from outside; also, scaling back on numbers there will be only a quarter of the ewes from this year inside when others have gone to market. I've learned an interesting fact, that tup lamb meat tastes so horrible it has to be spiced and seasoned into kebab meat, I wonder if all those Saturday night piss heads know about that? I rarely eat take-away food or even restaurant food these days, as eating establishments are suspect and therefore cannot be trusted.
Three weeks ago we'd planned to attend an event, a monthly folk night at the village hall, but were completely out of cash and tired out from three weeks of lambing. Good news is the cade that has been up and down with sickness for days has now recovered, I can't wait to see both cade lambs go outside tomorrow and the cage dismantled; tired of mopping up poo and urine, the smell of bleach is becoming nauseating. My dry hands are swivelled up from endless washing with detol disinfectant soap. I've been at the farmhouse four days, I'll be returning to my flat tomorrow afternoon, looking forward to a hot bath and some peace and quiet from the incessant demands of cade lambs. Another ewe gave birth on Charlie's arrival, he came inside scented with fishy ewe afterbirth.
I will be OK to return to my flat for a break from this in two days time; returning after another three days, in another week lambing season will be finished. Charlie's health has improved with rest, he woke me with coffee at 8am. Rain is pouring down outside, and the farmhouse is fresh airy with a damp, lingering, cold. I am a bit disappointed that we are not attending a monthly music night at the local village hall because there is no money for the required fifteen-pound tickets; should be able to go out at least once a month, especially after lambing season! Two new lambs were born into the herd, ones suckled, but Charlie had to go to work and so there was no time to suckle the other lamb; but mother ewe has been penned in with them.
The poly tunnel is beginning to look full, when all the sheep have gone to grass keep the structure will be modified to allow more air in from outside; also, scaling back on numbers there will be only a quarter of the ewes from this year inside when others have gone to market. I've learned an interesting fact, that tup lamb meat tastes so horrible it has to be spiced and seasoned into kebab meat, I wonder if all those Saturday night piss heads know about that? I rarely eat take-away food or even restaurant food these days, as eating establishments are suspect and therefore cannot be trusted.
Three weeks ago we'd planned to attend an event, a monthly folk night at the village hall, but were completely out of cash and tired out from three weeks of lambing. Good news is the cade that has been up and down with sickness for days has now recovered, I can't wait to see both cade lambs go outside tomorrow and the cage dismantled; tired of mopping up poo and urine, the smell of bleach is becoming nauseating. My dry hands are swivelled up from endless washing with detol disinfectant soap. I've been at the farmhouse four days, I'll be returning to my flat tomorrow afternoon, looking forward to a hot bath and some peace and quiet from the incessant demands of cade lambs. Another ewe gave birth on Charlie's arrival, he came inside scented with fishy ewe afterbirth.
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