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Woken very early, Charlie bottle-fed the cade lambs whilst I laid in bed; we travelled to Longtown and again experienced reckless overtaking from two cars passing us near the Scottish / English border.
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SubscribeSnow arrived yesterday, Charlie took me out for a drive along the road to Ashkirk.
Woken very early, Charlie bottle-fed the cade lambs whilst I laid in bed; we travelled to Longtown and again experienced reckless overtaking from two cars passing us near the Scottish / English border.
This morning, Charlie woke me with a gift of an Easter egg. Today we sussed that the powered lamb milk power was tainted, we have already seen a vast improvement in their health from opening and feeding them from a fresh bag.
Cooked Charlie a fruit cake yesterday, sharing should always be consensual.
Arrived at my flat, washing machine is knackered in that my clothes are more dirty [from flow back] after washing cycle than they went in; I am assuming neighbour's ABDL nappies are to blame for a flat block drain blockage.
Last night, I fell asleep about 10pm, too tired to remain awake to care for the wee twin lambs. News came, one died the other survived, it took 2–3 hours for the lamb's temperature to normalise to enable feeding of vital colostrum.
We visited the Reviver's festival in Hawick, catching the tale end of the procession we walked to the castle mound to observe this re-enactment festival of the Scottish Borders.
Today I accompanied Charlie to his appointment at Borders General Hospital (BGH); he wanted me there and I get that, as I've only ever attended hospital on my own.
Another morning at the farmhouse, it's been weeks since I stayed more than a few days at my flat, but lambing is almost over.
We're in transit most today, transporting ewes and lambs; our grass keep is ready 1st of April, it will be a relief to have some peace from the endless jeering of sheep.
After feeding the cade lambs I took my mountain bike for a ride through the Borthwick valley.
This morning I woke to the sound of Sam the Sheep dog barking, peering out of three windows I saw nothing unusual, but through the forth window I discovered a mother ewe licking her newborn lamb, now there is only three ewes left to lamb.
The rain relentlessly poured down this morning as though the sopping drench would never dissipate.