I finished my sheep-making work early so I could get all I will need in place for Storm Bram which is revving up as I type.  It’s going to be a doozy according to the weather apps.

I tried to think ahead of what will I need tomorrow, as I probably won’t be able to get into the feed shed – the wind will hit it straight on and the door can be lethal, as in arm-breakingly lethal.

So I got everything out for feeding horses, ponies and sheep and put it in the house porch.  OH does the ducks/hens in the morning.  That’s his job.  There is food and water ready in their sheds.

And shut up the feed shed best I could praying everything would still be standing in 48 hours’ time.

Then Pepper and I told Family Duck to go to bed.

Pepper is very keen on herding ducks.  I have to curb her enthusiasm a little as she can get in front and then panic ensues.

But I got my ducks in a row and off we went, fairly smoothly.

This is where they want to live.  Not with the riff-raff.

This is the riff-raff who muddle along with the chickens too.

As daylight was now definitely going, all the sheep came home, except for Dahlia and Gussie who were nowhere to be seen.  They probably feel safer in a storm out in the field.  I shall do my best not to worry about them.

I showed the sheep their haynets and told them to stay safe.  They know what to do.

So that’s us, ready for whatever is blown at us.  I hope we get off fairly unscathed and also keep our electricity.  See you on the other side.