Sadly, Harlequin died yesterday morning. She just could not keep herself alive anymore. The scours have see-sawed through her body since the beginning, never really letting up and the poor wee thing just got weaker and weaker. So she left. Pneumonia took her away.
Short lives are not wasted lives. We know this you and I. I wonder if dying on the day of the full moon means you get to be an angel without the test. Maybe now I have a wee calf as an angel.
Yesterday I took some watermelon out to Manu and found him cowering down the back of his yard and Poppy lying in his mud puddle. Poppy on the wander again. I had let her out you see. I took her back to her pen where Sheila was scoffing ALL the watermelon and shored up the latest escape route. When she is in heat I can put her in the lock up but I don’t want her to live in that small space. Naughty Poppy. Manu had the fear though. Definitely.
Today Hugo and I (amongst other things) will begin to split and stack a winters worth of wood.
When our new man comes tomorrow (his name is Josh – he is a musician) then we will begin the fencing for real.
A Letter From Pat
My time on the Farmy went by too fast! It was exciting starting with the birth of a pea chick, enlightening, meeting all the characters, Sheila, Poppie, the piglets, the peahens, Mr. Flowers, Lady Astor, Naomi and the chickens (Pegleg is my personal favorite), Ton Ton & Boo. Putting faces to the names, it’s been very relaxing and very hectic with all the various chores, feeding and endless kitchen chores. I honestly don’t know how Celi keeps it all in her head! A most fulfilling week. I’ll be Back! Thanks to everyone for staying with me.
Don’t you think Tane looks like a little tank engine today?
Good bye Harley. Rest well little calf.
I hope you all have a lovely day,
Thank you Pat for all your wonderful work and company – now I wonder what will happen today!
Love your friend on the farm