Charlie loaded / transported five tup lambs to Longtown C & D Auctions this morning.
One tup lamb dropped out with a bad eye, another two ewe lambs from this flock were also kept behind. We plan to keep the weaned lambs on the paddock due to high mortality rate at two of our grass keeps.
Arriving we were shocked to hear somebody had wrongfully insinuated us wasting two full breakfasts at the auction café. I replied that last week a friend had come with us, had left the most part of a small breakfast, not being able to finish it. Other than that, we [me and Charlie] enjoy breakfast here, finishing our plates clean; beggars belief how lies continue to incur social ruin, everywhere I go.
Some quality sheep were in the pens, awaiting auction. An elderly couple received a silver trophy in the auction room, although I am not sure what exactly for; although I'll this research later. There was an incredibly rusty, old tractor parked in the auction car park, I took some pictures as I wondered if this vehicle was still fit for use.
I thought this International Harvester 484 may have been used on a beach, maybe to rake sand, or to pull boats but Charlie believes this 50 BHP early1980s tractor to have been used as a scrapper.
We arrived and seated ourselves outside the auction ring. Sheep altogether were bid as single sheep multiplied by their quantity. The first two sheep to enter looked sick, I can't recall how much they made but one flock, of about one-hundred sheep, were sold at £169 each.
Via returning to Hawick, along the A7, near Teviothead Charlie decided we'd stop to visit the Celtic Blacksmith. The jewellery was outstanding in detail, although beyond affordability for us without first saving some pennies.
We loaded chaff into a container, the contents will be incrementally fed to the sheep throughout the coming winter months.
Soon, a few more months they'll return to the farmhouse from grass keep, and stay in the sheltered warmth of a poly tunnel. This year the flock will be halved from sixty to thirty, because of condensation we are also improving ventilation.
Leaving Bowden I got Charlie to stop the 4x4 and took a picture of a combine harvest, Charlie remarked at the width of the header, remembering his old combine was only 8ft in width.
Along the A7 between a road closure there was a serious road traffic accident. Arriving at Selkirk we spoke to a traffic officer who confirmed the Ettrick road an OK diversion to get to Ashkirk. Along the hillside I took some pictures.
Charlie knows these pretty blue flowers as Grandmothers Bonnet but information on the internet reads different. My plant mobile phone app recognised these bonnie blue flowers name to be Harebell.
Today was long, and tonight I there are many auditory hallucinations chanting negative obscenity through my mind.
One tup lamb dropped out with a bad eye, another two ewe lambs from this flock were also kept behind. We plan to keep the weaned lambs on the paddock due to high mortality rate at two of our grass keeps.
Arriving we were shocked to hear somebody had wrongfully insinuated us wasting two full breakfasts at the auction café. I replied that last week a friend had come with us, had left the most part of a small breakfast, not being able to finish it. Other than that, we [me and Charlie] enjoy breakfast here, finishing our plates clean; beggars belief how lies continue to incur social ruin, everywhere I go.
Some quality sheep were in the pens, awaiting auction. An elderly couple received a silver trophy in the auction room, although I am not sure what exactly for; although I'll this research later. There was an incredibly rusty, old tractor parked in the auction car park, I took some pictures as I wondered if this vehicle was still fit for use.
I thought this International Harvester 484 may have been used on a beach, maybe to rake sand, or to pull boats but Charlie believes this 50 BHP early1980s tractor to have been used as a scrapper.
We arrived and seated ourselves outside the auction ring. Sheep altogether were bid as single sheep multiplied by their quantity. The first two sheep to enter looked sick, I can't recall how much they made but one flock, of about one-hundred sheep, were sold at £169 each.
Via returning to Hawick, along the A7, near Teviothead Charlie decided we'd stop to visit the Celtic Blacksmith. The jewellery was outstanding in detail, although beyond affordability for us without first saving some pennies.
We loaded chaff into a container, the contents will be incrementally fed to the sheep throughout the coming winter months.
Soon, a few more months they'll return to the farmhouse from grass keep, and stay in the sheltered warmth of a poly tunnel. This year the flock will be halved from sixty to thirty, because of condensation we are also improving ventilation.
Leaving Bowden I got Charlie to stop the 4x4 and took a picture of a combine harvest, Charlie remarked at the width of the header, remembering his old combine was only 8ft in width.
Along the A7 between a road closure there was a serious road traffic accident. Arriving at Selkirk we spoke to a traffic officer who confirmed the Ettrick road an OK diversion to get to Ashkirk. Along the hillside I took some pictures.
Charlie knows these pretty blue flowers as Grandmothers Bonnet but information on the internet reads different. My plant mobile phone app recognised these bonnie blue flowers name to be Harebell.
Today was long, and tonight I there are many auditory hallucinations chanting negative obscenity through my mind.
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