I don’t know about you but I am worn out with the waiting

Not so Mama. She is just calmly watching for the stork. In her usual  sublime ovine dreamy state. 

Yesterday every man and his dog decided to drop in, plus a couple of delivery men, the junk yard man, the farmer who rents the land alongside ours, the neighbours daughters (typical), another set of neighbours looking for asparagus, The Matriarchs dog and several assorted bit players.

Hairy MacLairy put on his best pose at Pats New Gate.

A state of controlled bedlam reigned for the afternoon with home made pizza and blueberry muffins to follow.  I am still not entirely sure where the Matriarch’s dog came from but there he is warming my gumboots for me.  No sign of The Matriarch.

Daisy was not wasting a minute of her allotted hour on the grass. She just ignored them all. Actually now that I think about it she may have sent Hairy to GUARD the gate to prevent any intrusions.

Mama  must be getting close now, (how many times have I said that) and if there is breaking news at the wrong time of the day I might just HAVE to post a wee shot on the Kitchen’s Garden Project Facebook page while I am making a post for you.

Last night Mama put herself to bed with her head  dipping above her water trough, I worried that she would nod off and her head would fall into the water. Lying down to drink is tired.  Her feet hurt.

This morning when I checked Mama at 4,  there was a tiny shower and she was standing ever so still just enjoying the cool  gentle rain. No change. I sighed and came back in to start work.

But a word to the wise. There is no guarantee that things will go well. Mia has taught us that.  Sheep are really not as robust as they look. She has a good team but in the end Mama is not as young as she was.  But so far so good.

Anyway, Today is Old Codgers Dog Day. TonTon had his shampoo yesterday and is probably outside this very minute rolling in something hideous to perfume himself for his outing. Between the carpenter and my Sheep Sitter from down the road, Mama will be well looked after while I am gone.  Though if she has her lambs on the only morning I leave the property this week I will be so cranky!

Good morning. I hope you all have a good busy day. I like busy. Until it is not. Then I like Not Busy.

celi

81 responses to “I don’t know about you but I am worn out with the waiting”

  1. If I had to pick my favorite photo in this post, I would refuse to choose one. Sue me! They are all amazing, and make me want to catch a plane and go visit you!

    • Hmm, you are very right Miss T, now I know you love blueberries but you will have to bear with me, my recipe needs some work, it is yummy but far from pretty!! c

  2. G’mornin, Celi! Hairy is a watch ram! Who knew? I hope Mama delivers soon so that everyone can relax a bit around the farmy. At least things will be a bit more comfortable for her now that the temps have dropped a bit. And I hope this storm system stalls for a spell over you and your neighbors’ fields. I know you need it.

    • Winter is over Roger, give in!! however you are going to be feeling very smug about having so much wood split and stacked for next winter.. you did stack it? stacking is my favourite bit!

  3. I think the Matriarchs dog want to join your gang! Fingers crossed for Mama, hope she delivers for you this afternoon when you are back and before you go to bed. Now…wouldn´t that be perfect?!

    • All good Audrey,m i am going to check her one more time then off to bed.. she seems unsettled but that is probably the storms that are wandering through.. c

  4. Isn’t it funny how things happen like everyone coming on one day? I think that means Mama’s babies will be coming soon! Can’t wait!!!

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