My favourite time – well one of my favourite times – of the farm day, is the late evening – after dinner when all the dishes are newly washed and barely dried, resting in their warm stacks (I have given up on having a dishwasher – they just do not last with my electric shocking hands) and taking my torch and the dogs I wander out into the night to check on things. The pigs always shuffle about and speak as I walk past except for Tima who will open a barely conscious eye and Sheila who does not wake at all. The barn resonates with Sheilas gentle snoring. The birds shift and quietly remark about the sweep of my torch.
The cows outside lean heavily against the doors. The calves tucked in on the inside of the older ones who lay in a semi circle around them like gathered wagons. Safe.
The turkeys cannot see in the dark, they literally bump into things in the dark, so I have to get them all into the barn before it gets too dark to see. I failed last night and when I was doing my rounds I found one hen roosted on a brick beside the chook house, the other three turkeys were in the barn perched above the sleeping, unsuspecting gilts, peering around the door. Geraldine the tween peacock decided to sleep half way between them all – on a fence post, where she could keep an eye on things. She hates it when her mob gets divided. I do not shift anyone about in the dark – if they are settled I leave them. A frantic escaped bird is a target.
The dogs sleep only feet away so they are as safe as they can be. And the dogs bark at everything which is a great deterrent. Life for free ranging birds has its down side.
Good morning. We are still in that slippery time between seasons, not quite autumn, but not summer. Winter sending out tendrils but not cold enough for a fire. Hugo and I are working at putting the gardens to bed one after the other.
We have one last field of hay down. One more round of raking and baling. This field will be tilled and prepared for resowing next spring so it is OK to cut this late.
I hope you have a lovely day.
PS. Here is the link to Kristy’s blog Post. She took some wonderful photos at the farmy on the weekend. So, if you like, pop over and have a look. It is always fun to see what someone else sees. And Kristy has been one of The Fellowship for Years!