I was feeling lazy yesterday afternoon as I climbed right to the top of the hay pile in the West Barn, the last stack stands in the corner of the central storage area of the barn. It is stacked against an interior wall with cows behind it. The hay stack is still high enough to be able to stand up there and see over the wall to the cows below. They were standing down there sheltering from the wind.
I broke the bales of hay right up there on the top and threw them down to the cows. Throwing down my viewing platform. It’s raining HAY. Hallallujah! I sung.
They didn’t listen to the discordant noise from above. Simply accepting mana from heaven and having a munch.
Manu liked the singing though. He is a singing boar and joined in with his grunting howling dog imitation. Actually he just wanted it to rain hay on him and Poppy as well.
Tane back at the Home Barn.
Sheila also has no interest in singing when it is sleeping time.
There is a wind advisory out for today. Officially the wind is about to get worse. They say to expect winds of up to 55mph/88km. (That is what I call a Wellington wind). Stronger even than the past few days of high winds that have knotted my hair something horrible – I look like a neglected rag doll.
Usually I close and lock down the big doors of the Home Barn with struts running through brackets to keep them from separating and flying up.They are attached by metal runners on tiny wheels along the top of the doors. But there is only Sheila in there, and it is not cold, no babies to protect and Sheila has an area that she can get out of the wind, so I am leaving the doors wide open to protect these very old too large doors and their attachments from being broken by a ferocious wind. They are enormous pocket doors (without the pocket) and so I will slide them back in behind the walls where they will be more protected. This is an old barn, the doors are made of untanilised very worn out, dry timbers, and the planks that comprise the doors are vertical and very long – yesterday we could see them bowed like sails racing from the wind.
Today the wind can blow right through taking the path of least resistance as wind and water likes to do.
Molly, the little sow, was much happier yesterday, up and down as usual. I think she had been adjusting to the shift by hunkering down and having a think. A good approach.
I am going to try and get everything done this morning before the worst of the winds hit. It is relatively calm now. No day for clothes on the line though – sigh. And I have not even begun to pack my bag and I leave early tomorrow morning.
Also I need to get extra bales of straw into all the outside pig houses in preparation for the cold coming this weekend.
I hope you have a lovely day.