For a while now Aunty Del and the sheep have been wandering about in the fields down the back, checked every day but without much interaction. The feed in the fields is good but with the cold coming I decided to bring her in to the barn for some TLC. Really I am just missing having cows around, they are such good conversationalists. I selfishly wanted her company. I think she is lovely and round and shiny.. what do you think?
The sheep are in a seperate area of the barn as they are due to be drenched. But the little flerd was not excited about being separated.
I save all the baling twine. You would not believe the number of uses I can find for this stuff.
I have been talking to Elsie’s (the dutch belted cow’s) breeder and he is just waiting to hear from the trucker who will bring her up. As soon as he has a space she will be coming over. I do look forward to meeting her.
This cotton is growing in my friends garden. We thought we should take a shot before the freeze. It is not often we get to see cotton growing around here.
When I went out late last night to do the final check of everyone before I went to my own bed I found that Aunty Del had jumped the gate and was back out with the sheep. I walked out into the dark field with my little torch and inspected her and she was unhurt. Strong willed like her Aunt Daisy. Next she will be turning the barn lights on and off!
I am training Tima and Tane to go to bed in their Bat Cave and then lie still while I cover them with straw. More to amuse myself than keep them warm. They will do this by themselves after all. After a few false startes they seem to be getting the hang of it. They learn commands frighteningly fast. I hope to have them in their winter routine by next week when we drop below freezing for three or four days by the look of it. I trained Sheila to let me cover her in straw. I need to find her winter blanket too. Not Poppy though. Poppy will not lie still for anything. She just cuddles Big Fat Sheila and is more than happy.
Have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy,