Sunset

Dreams came, all threatening, involving scenarios of mind-bending displacement. In hindsight, I am wondering just how twisted my mind became, as Cultural Marxists rang life out of me. Had a lazy day today, walked the farm dog up and down the hill, spoke to the neighbours, edited this website.

Charlie returned from work this evening, we have emptied the poly tunnel, only two ewes and three newborn lambs remain; it's going to be so much quieter now. It was a bit of a task getting the tractor ready for the spike to take the bail of silage up the hill, then we had to roll the feeder ring to the top also, a ewe had got her legs caught on some mesh, so we chased her down to free her, and cut her toe nails whilst she was under hand.

Lost a cade lamb today, fell onto his back between the fence and bloated out. He was not in any pain, but became increasingly despondent, then his legs gave away, shortly after he arched his neck then was gone. Charlie tried to put a tube down him to try to disperse the bloating, but his fate was already sealed. I was holding him whilst he passed away; he always liked being held and always stop crying when he was in my arms.

TBH, the cade was stressed to the max at being on his own, a supplement ewe was not enough for him, and the other cade lambs were outgrowing him, leaving him behind whilst they searched for grass to eat on the hill. Unbelievable, we just had a cade lamb die, and a mother ewe, still enjoying the comfort of a poly tunnel is more concerned about the flock going onto the paddock than she is about the welfare of her two lambs, who are looking frail; livestock farming can be so emotionally disturbing sometimes.