Yesterday was a study in getting stuck in the mud. I squelched my way through fields with my arms out like wings trying to keep my balance. The ground underneath is still frozen so in some areas the melting soil is like a slurry on top of ice, in others it is deep cold muck from the heavy feet of moving animals. That kind of mud sucks in your gumboot and keeps it while you lurch forward unaware.
My computer seems to want to reposition my images to suit itself and I don’t have time to fight it in the morning. So bear with me.
The Shush Sisters only had a short time in their mud hole before the cold rain began. Then they stood at the gate and squealed at the barn until I came out and let them back in. Once they were back in their newly cleaned pigsty they hurled themselves into the straw and said maybe tomorrow miss c, today is a bit too wet even for piggies. Especially pregnant piggies, grunted Charlotte.
Good morning. Daylight saving has come so early this year that it is pitch black again when we get up, which feels like a step backwards. I don’t milk Daisy until dawn so her morning schedule only slowly changes. The lambs have their last feed at 8pm from now on so I was in bed early and that long sleep was a great relief. Running a farm full of different animals makes your life fluid and changeable. Malleable I suppose the word is.
I hope you all have a lovely day. The sky is just beginning to lighten so out I go into the mucky murk or is it the murky muck.