It’s been a funny old day.
I got up for 6 a.m. (two and a half hours ahead of my usual time) when I spotted a brief lull in the wind and rain. Everyone was very surprised to see us bearing buckets so early but appreciated the effort, I think.
Later on, while the weather was heftily throwing itself at us, I got a text from my shearer, Morgan, saying he was coming to drench my sheep. Of course they were all outside, so I had to lure them into their stable with crunchy-munchies and quickly shut the door, returning later with some haynets to keep them entertained until Morgan arrived.
The crunchy-munchy jar which was busy hynotising Maggie.
Now I see this photo, I think I have found my family crest. I was toying with having a signet ring (melting down two old ones I have lying around) created and I was deliberating which family crest and motto to use but I think I actually this is my inspiration. Two sheep and a haynet or maybe a sheep, a haynet, and a Shetland pony!
Morgan arrived and quickly drenched everyone. Note-to-self, I must write this in the Farm Book so I remember the date.
He said they all looked very well.
Madge still a bit too well. She remains ever the heiffer. The very definition of a leg in each corner.
And I’m glad we’ve got that done. It’s been a wet winter so a wise decision. I am deliberating whether to drench all the horses and ponies too – for liverfluke. These days, it is on the up.