Quite a morning with so many lambs to “ear tag”
Set my alarm but couldn’t see the blood moon
But I was disappointed.
Lazy Sunday morning with traffic of a different kind going past the gate
Slava Ukraini!
The blue tits are working hard to feed their ravenous chicks
New day, new potatoes
Grown in the “strawberry” polytunnel and ready to just boil and eat with butter tonight
Some sheep are clever and some are silly
J opened the gate to let the flock into the paddock to chomp on the long grass. Most ran in happily but some silly lambs got left behind Click below
The electric mower and the electric strimmer had both run out of power and I was
Stopping for a cuppa when a friend dropped in to say hello. Good timing
And she went home with some newly laid eggs
It’s been a strange sort of day.
Much needed rain meant that only two of us walked. We met at the garden triangle near the church where a dastardly crime was committed in the early hours of Sunday morning
On our walk we met this lovely dog
down Honeydon Road. There’s a lot of repair work to be done Further on our walk we met a woman who is part of the organising committee for the Queen’s jubilee party in the village. She was asking if we had hessian sacks for a childrens’ sack race
Back at The Gables the cats are annoyed with me as they have to wear collar and bells until the blue tits nesting in the pergola have safely finished hatching and fledging their young. Instead the cats find moles to kill. Oh dear!
As a treat I allowed Nigel to lie on grandson’s bed with all his “soft toy” friends
The rain is great for all the plants and I didn’t have to water the pots and hanging baskets today
The “escape artist” returns and is recaptured
Some weeks ago, when we moved the three Silkie hens and their twelve chicks from the nursery runs to the quail barn, one of the chicks escaped. It took all day for the chick to re-emerge from the laurel bushes and return to the nursery run ( we had left the door open just in case).
The chick had lost feathers on the back of its neck. Was Nigel the culprit? Anyway said chick settled back in with the others until yesterday when we moved the three mothers with the three Silkie chicks to the Silkie enclose. We moved the other nine chicks to the paddock run.
I put the birds to bed in their new house, resigned to the loss of that one chick.
This evening, as we went to put the polytunnel birds to bed, I counted nine and not eight birds. The ninth was small with feathers missing from the back of its neck. We cornered and caught the “escape artist”, trimmed its wings and I took it back to the paddock to be reunited with the others
