After the excitement of the pigs, I thought they needed their own post, so today’s post is to bring the blog up to date with the weekend’s fun and games.
Remember the sheep chasing the fighting cockerels? Well, not 1, but 2 sheep managed to lock themselves in the outside toilet on Sunday. I’ve not laughed so hard in a long time.
The chickens that hatched in December have now been moved to the meshed greenhouse to get them outside of the barn but keep them away from the big ones (they would be bullied.) Eventually the girls will go in the main section and the boys will be dispatched for the freezer. They will be small, so Ste will joint them and I’ll use in the slow cooker/curries and things like that.
We need to set our minds to the table birds we want this year, the Ross Cobbs. They will be bought in at day olds. We won’t be hatching any more laying hens this year but I will take a few orders of rare breeds for people to keep the pot topped up.
The geese are starting to think about incubating their eggs so we hope for a few goslings to be running around the place in a month or 2. I’m not sure what the sheep will make of that!
|A bit blurry as this was mid “discussion” between the geese and sheep|
Anyway, the weekend.
I sowed loads and loads of seeds and was in my element. In went more cauliflower, cabbage, onions, beetroot, sunflowers, nasturtiums, swiss chard, courgettes, wild garlic, leeks, calabrese and tomatoes. Lots of different varieties.
I was doing this in between lifting wheelbarrows with Ste who was shovelling the 4 tonne of soil we ordered. He got 2 tonne moved yesterday into the beds which have the muck in them. They’re ready for planting now, some will be empty a while yet though (pumpkins, squash and so on).
He was being watched with interest.
Whilst the birds were watching him, my daughter was watching something else. She noticed a suspicious van drive by and park illegally along the bridleway. So she did as she’s been told to and came to tell Ste and I who were shovelling yet more muck at the muck heap. I swear, some days all we see is sh*t!
Anyway, she said it was open backed so Ste wondered if they were fly tipping which happens where we are being remote ish. So he had a walk up to the van (maybe silly) and it was empty! He took a photo of the reg and I sent it to the farmer who confirmed they shouldn’t be there. The farmer could see them walking up the bridleway and went to have a polite word with them, and they left. He messaged me to say they were hawkers, out with their dogs and are known to them for all the wrong reasons.
I must say, I’m glad they weren’t in the van when Ste went up and I’m also pleased I wasn’t out riding or walking the dogs as the hawkers dogs do tend to immobilise anything small and furry!
Who says county life is quiet?