Lily has breakfast as Lucy stands still.

The sitting, white Duck was calling so plaintively to her friends so I let her out of her house. Will she go back later and sit on her nest? Click below………we live in hope. Hope for rain and hope for ducklings this year.

We went to shut up the poultry. From a distance I could see the Bantam cockerel outside his run, jumping up and down in fight mode. Inside the run was a bloodied young cockerel. ( see his neck and feet below).

We separated the birds and Jeremy trimmed the Bantam’s wings to try and prevent him flying out of his run and fighting again. Mr Bantie also had a bloody neck and crop and slightly bloody feet. Oh dear!

At least one of the geese that hatched last year is a gander. The original head of the flock is keen to keep his position of top bird and once a day, or more often, the ganders fight…….noisily.

When the fight is over all is calm, once again, on the pond. Click below and don’t worry, neither bird seems hurt (except for their pride!).

They have to kneel down to feed from their mothers

A robin sits atop a tree in the paddock and allows me to get close to him.

I dug out the chicken straw and droppings and shovelled them into a wheelbarrow. The hens now have a clean, sweet smelling house.

The manure has gone into the potato trench that Jeremy dug this afternoon. One row of Bambino’s and one row of Arrans with several more rows of potatoes to follow.

The asparagus are starting to show

and Jeremy presented me with a gift of a bunch of radishes.

Floppy and his foster mum were in the cow barn this morning when I arrived to fill up the hay feeders.

Usually timid, mum’s love of the salt and mineral bar outweighed her reluctance to be within five feet of a human being.

Floppy also grabbed some hay from the cow feeders. Luckily the cows and calf were out in the field.