We led Domino and her twins out of the barn and into the paddock this morning. In the paddock is daddy, Tufty, and the two year old ewes from last spring. I was nervous about whether Little ‘Un would come to me for his bottles – but no problem so far.

For the shallots, the rhubarb and the broad beans.

Purple sprouting for the next couple of months too. One of my favourites.

We moved cockerel and five hens to the old duck run.

Leaving the “sitting hen” on her own in the run in the paddock, waiting and hoping for her duck eggs to hatch on Sunday.

The owl is sited in the RSPB grounds at Sandy – the headquarters for the bird charity.

While I was walking in Bedfordshire the two year old grandson was at a Friday protest against climate change. Start ’em young!

A view worth the climb

Dafka is a word not easily translated but in this context let’s says it’s a contrary duck. With a duck house full of straw and good and water this duck has chosen to lay her eggs in the corner of the sheep barn and is sitting on them with a dreamy look in her eye

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The baa in the background is his mum, Domino

I was visiting a friend this afternoon and as I was leaving a beautiful pheasant sauntered into view. “That’s my husband’s friend”, she said. It seems that the pheasant had appeared last year in a bedraggled and sorry state and been fed and brought back to health by my friends husband.

The bird will sit and eat grain and corn from his hand and trusts him. He is a gorgeous specimen with one recognisable defect – he has a twisted beak. He might have been hit by a car and his beak was damaged for life. Those who drive along country lanes will know that pheasants are not good at crossing roads. Someone should teach them the green cross code.