Woodburn

This song keeps running through my mind, recalled from a Flatt and Scruggs bluegrass cover version. I'm going to learn this song on my banjo.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
The girls have picked them every one
Oh, when will you ever learn?
Oh, when will you ever learn?

When I was photographing flowers in the front garden, after I'd strimmed the lawn; that's when the tune entered my head.

Sam

In the afternoon we drove into the Craik Forest to shear, worm and spray several ewes and lambs; swarms of large flies were feisty.

Our friends three goats.

I carry hurdles also.

The flock were very agile with hyper-vigilance, shepherding in the forest is much harder.

After a few more attempts we herded all the sheep into the pen.

Firstly we drench treated the lambs for worms.

Charlie dagged the lambs whilst checking for maggots.

This is the last mother ewe to be sheared, all sheep have been hand sheared this year.

Charlie thinks we missed this ewe last year, the fleece was in too poor condition to spin.

With hurdles tied to fence, or fleece was loaded into our truck.

I drove out of the Craik forest for Woodburn.

Driving along the forest track is no longer a problem as I know where all the pot holes are. Whilst editing this web page through a side window I photographed a bird outside.

Some blackbirds are not Black.

Isn't photography great, snapped about 9000 pictures with this bridge camera.