Woodburn
The sheep have had better days, a week of rain, the paddock is becoming a landslide of mud. This morning clear blue skies, but fast moving clouds encroach a gloomy grey upon this day.
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SubscribeThe sheep have had better days, a week of rain, the paddock is becoming a landslide of mud. This morning clear blue skies, but fast moving clouds encroach a gloomy grey upon this day.
As the flies abate their violating invasion, an avalanche of sopping mud returns to bog out the drive of Woodburn Farmhouse.
This website hasn't been updated much as there has not been a lot to write about; also I have been focusing my time creating stop-marxism.info to move on my exposure posts.
The lamb above is a Herdick X Teeswater teg; as you can see, we solved the breeds wire wool problem; her mother ewe gave us a tup also, but we've let him go to auction.
Seeing Charlie off to work, departs from placing a soppy wet kiss on my cheek. Replacement rear door of this truck refuses to close properly because a tractor crash has mangled the structural integrity of this vehicle; the rear door is permanently shut.
The sheep dog prefers a puddle of rain water to a clean bowl of spring water from our farmhouse tap. He likes eating bread and butter, more so when saturated with dripping.
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