A New Reason To Drink Beer!

Tuesday 13th December 2016

Lady Penelope appeared right outside the kitchen window today, accompanied by her "chick", which has certainly increased in size since the last time I saw it. It was a lovely day, so I decided to move the Shetland sheep right up to the end of the land where the grass is longer. They will gradually work back towards the farmhouse, by which time the grass should have recovered enough to feed them for a bit more. There's not much goodness or growth in the grass at this time of year, but as long as the weather stays mild the Shetlands, being a primitive native breed, will cope fine. They are a very low maintenance sheep.

Despite this, they have become pretty habituated to me now, so all I had to do was to untie the electric fence tape and they followed me right on through. They set about munching straight away, except for Rameses, the lamb we bottle fed who still likes to come for a cuddle.

There was another move for the poultry too. It looks as if they will be locked up inside for quite some time, but the turkeys have not seemed happy in the middle stable. In fact I'm not sure they've yet been down to the ground, spending all of their time in the rafters. So today I set about the not straightforward task of swapping over the turkeys and the laying hen flock.

It's not all about the animals though. There is still work to be done in the veg garden and there are still crops to be harvested, mostly roots which lie safely below the surface (if you ignore the unwanted attentions of voles and the occasional slug).
I can't remember if I mentioned it, but my parsnip crop this year has turned into a bumper crop, so much so that I stopped digging them after I'd dug less than a quarter of the bounty. Many were so long that I couldn't even get the whole root out of the ground.

So that was the morning taken care of. The days are short now, so after lunch I decided to take the dogs for a walk along the river. But our walk was sadly spoiled by a large group of shooters who rolled up in their vehicles and started trudging across the fields towards the patches of game cover. Apparently, riding a quadbike along a public footpath is perfectly acceptable, as is flushing a whole herd of wild swans.
I just stood on the river bank with Boris and Arthur watching proceedings, but when the first couple of shots went off I continued my walk along the footpath. Unfortunately I think this made it very difficult for them to carry on shooting and they eventually gave up and retreated to their four wheel drives to head off and invade another field.



Wednesday 14th December 2016
I got home from work today to find a mystery empty plastic bottle chewed up by the dogs. In general they are very well-behaved while we are away, but that may be because anything chewable is moved out of reach. We eventually figured out that the tube had been filled with a liquid silicone which is used for making drawers slide open easier. After hot-cross-bungate, which cost us several hundred pounds, this was the last thing we needed. We decided to just keep a very close eye on the dogs, which meant that they got to spend their first ever nights on the bed with us!
Fortunately all was fine.

Saturday 17th December 2016
Never mind bird flu! I have final succumbed to Sue's cold, though I think it has mutated into a serious strain of man flu.
Talking about bird flu, it was today announced that a turkey farm in North Lincolnshire has been hit by H5N8. This can only be bad new as far as us having to keep our poultry confined is concerned.













The turkeys seem slightly happier in the larger stable, but today two of the stags started fighting. This was inevitable, but bad news for one of them who was moved to separate accommodation.
Winter garden clearance continued, clearing beds, turning and spreading compost. The dogs helped by manically digging, though not necessarily where I wanted them too. Ah well! As long as they are having fun.

I collected the post as it was getting dark to find that my copy of this pioneering classic book had arrived. Lawrence Hills was pretty much the founder of the organic movement and this book was published back in 1971, when I was five years old.
I was engrossed for the rest of the evening and beyond, reading about rotation, compost and comfrey. Some was wildly out of date, much I knew already, but reading this book was still quite inspirational and got me fired up about planning the veg plot for 2017.

Reading a stranger's notes neatly penned around the edges of the pages was fascinating too and gave the book a deeper story.

Sunday 18th December 2016
The day started with the demise of Mr Turkey. It was only a couple of days ahead of schedule anyway, what with Christmas coming up and all that. He did manage to give me several whacks in the face with his wings before his eventual demise. Boris and Arthur were as usual very keen to help with proceedings. Note Arthur's almost perfect camouflage.

Along with the turkey went our spare drake Muscovy Duck, who I have only really been keeping as a reserve in case anything happens to the other drake. Three of the meat chickens met their maker too. Winter is a time when the livestock are 'thinned' to take advantage of summer and autumn's growth. It is only really the breeding stock, the egg birds and any which need to grow on a bit more who get kept into the winter.

The Muscovy trio and the egg-laying hens are safe and happy in their stable.

The dogs continued to 'help out' as I cleared the asparagus bed and piled on compost to give the bed renewed strength.

Best news of the day was that I discovered a new reason to drink beer!!!
I have been using cheap tennis balls to cover the tops of poles over which to drape bird netting. I thought it was rather clever and original until I read a recommendation in the Lawrence Hills book to do exactly the same but using jam jars instead.
As I was plundering the garage for saved jam jars, I came across several saved glass beer bottles and it struck me that these are perfectly designed for the task.

A Pedigree design!

Final job of the day, before darkness fell, was to move the willow branch which has been edging the small pond I put in the veg plot.
This willow branch has taken root in the pond and thrown up a whole row of tall shoots.
Today I moved it and buried the log in the soil where I want it to grow. I am going to place willow logs across all the ponds now as I have an idea for a rather snazzy row of willows along the farm boundary behind the pig pen.

It has been a busy weekend, especially for the dogs who have been very busy helping out.

Sunday night called for a rest.

... until Gerry found a mouse in the living room.

Let's Hope The Big Bad Wolf Doesn't Hear About This

Sunday 11th December 2016
Not that it is a very hierarchical group, but Mick is pretty much the main man at Cambridgeshire Self-Sufficiency Group. He is running a Pig Club whereby a group of people share a couple of piglets. We were in a similar pig co-op last year, as pigs need to be kept at least in two's but two pigs is rather a lot to go in the freezer so sharing makes sense.
Sue and I are not in the Pig Club but decided to go along and help with some fencing and building a temporary house so that the piglets could come outside.
It's something that happens to all of us. The animals (or in some cases plants) don't stop growing, but we have not managed to get their new home ready in time.

The fencing was merely a matter of screwing planks into existing fence posts, just at ground level to prevent the pigs nuzzling the stock fence out of shape and escaping. I did manage to find a very good source of classy new planks

The house was to be made of straw, despite me reminding Mick about the famous story. He felt that the local wolves would not have enough huff and puff to blow this house down!

Mick's plan was very similar to something I had been planning, basically just walls made of straw bales and a corrugated roof laid onto a frame to cover the whole. I was keen to see how it would actually work in practice.

Two happy piglets, one happy Mick

Well, as you can see the house worked out well. With a race of hurdles to coax them in the right direction, moving the piglets from their indoor home to their new outdoor home was pretty easy. The piglets were very happy with the new set up and set about chasing each other around excitedly before they settled down and started digging around with their snouts.
We were home just in time to witness a stunning sunset. I went straight onto the internet as Mick had recommended an old book about smallholding and I was keen to find it. I was delighted to find a used copy on Amazon for 1p plus postage. Now that I've got mine ordered, I can tell you it is called Fieldcraft and Farmyard by Val Porter. I'll let you know what I think of it once it's arrived.

Masked Wagtail - A Friendly Little Chap

Saturday 10th December 2016
A week and a half ago a Masked Wagtail turned up in South West Wales. This is a remarkable record of a subspecies of White Wagtail which is only found way over in Asia.
Normally I would be straight in the car when a first for Britain turns up, especially a showy good looker such as this. But from a pure listing point of view this bird counts as a zero! It is not judged by most listing authorities to be a species in its own right, just as our own Pied Wagtail is just another subspecies of White Wagtail.
Whilst a number on a list is not the be all and end all, it did mean that I assigned this bird a little less urgency. I even chose a Dusky Thrush (already on the list) over it last Monday. Another reason for my lackadaisical approach is that it would seem to be strongly holding a winter territory, giving grief to the local wagtail population and even doling it out to a robin, usually the toughest dude in the neighbourhood.

So it was that this bird had to wait till its second weekend to meet me. I left at midnight on Friday night, meeting up with Peter on the way. I hadn't met Peter before but he has a long and very distinguished career in birding. It was his birthday today, 81! I hope that at the age of 81 I am as mentally and physically agile as Peter. He stayed awake for much of the journey and kept me entertained and engrossed with stories of his life and of how the early birding scene developed in this country.
With a stop for a sleep an hour short of site, we still arrived an hour or so before first light and grabbed a bit more shut-eye.

At 8 o'clock it was light enough to get out of the car and start exploring the area. It quickly turned out that I had parked in exactly the right place, for after fifteen seconds of intense searching a wagtail flew over our heads calling strongly and landed in the middle of the road. A couple of minutes later it was performing right in front of us, feeding in the leaf litter by the side of the road. I won't bother to describe all its plumage. You can see from the photos which Peter has kindly sent me.

The bird often walked straight up to us and was totally unconcerned by our presence. Only passing cars caused it to fly off. It seemed to be following a routine, maybe a set feeding circuit, as it periodically disappeared for up to 20 minutes before returning.

One good thing about being so late to go and see this bird was that we had it pretty much to ourselves for much of the time. When we eventually left after a couple of hours the number of birders to visit that morning had only just reached double figures.
This was another twitch where the locals seemed very chatty and happy to see us. That's two in a row. If we're not careful, twitchers will be getting a good reputation!

Lock Up Your Chickens! (warning: contains a rant!)

Tuesday 6th - Thursday 8th December 2016
The day started off foggy, very foggy. I don't know why, but I decided to take a few photos of the birds. They seemed happy outside.

Early evening on Tuesday I became aware that DEFRA had at some point in the day declared a 30 day Prevention Zone. "Keepers of poultry and other captive birds are now required to keep their birds indoors, or take appropriate steps to keep them separate from wild birds."

The reason for this is a series of incidences of bird flu on the continent. It is spread by wild birds.

I have always known that at some point we may have to shut the poultry up inside, but it is still a complete pain in the butt. I had a basic plan in my head, but it still needed a lot of work to put in place.

I wasn't particularly pleased with the way DEFRA handled it, but then they are basically a government department set up to support industrial farming and this is often at the expense of the smallholder (as well as totally at the expense of nature, but that's a different battle). Just about every major disease outbreak has been caused by industrial scale farming cutting corners. They moan at rules and regulations, yet it is their own actions which have made all this necessary as they constantly push the limits to make more money. Yet still these rich landowners seem always to have the ear of government.

DEFRA must surely have known this decision was being considered. A little more warning would have been good, even if it had been in the form of 'get ready just in case'. As it was, small-scale poultry keepers across the country suddenly found themselves having to hastily clear sheds, stables, polytunnels in order to house their birds and not be in breach of the order.

Obviously we all want to be responsible livestock keepers and nobody wants either to be responsible for an outbreak or to lose their birds to disease. But at the same time it is not so easy for us to suddenly keep our livestock confined.

I had to take the next day off work just to create the space and physically catch and move all the birds.

There was a quote from a large-scale farmer saying: 1. that these measures should have been put in place several weeks ago and: 2. that this order a couple of weeks ago would have been disastrous for the industry with birds being prepared for Christmas.

So it sounds very much as if the timing of the decision was not based solely on the risk of an outbreak, but on the potential inconvenience to the industry too.

I don't see DEFRA giving the same thought to small-scale producers. No, for us there was a sudden immediate need to confine our birds. So sudden, in fact, that DEFRA were 'too busy' to notify registered keepers of livestock by any means other than a press release, despite insisting on having contact details for all of us.

It was left to Social media to be the purveyor of the news.

Anyway, rant over. Most of the birds are now confined in the stables. It is a complete pain and the birds are not overenthusiastic about it either.

Right now it is better to be a sheep than a bird!

I have the Ixworth hens ensconced in one stable, all the other hens in the other stable and the turkeys in the third, though they stay up in the rafters and move between stables as the whim takes them. The Muscovy ducks I eventually managed to catch and they are now in with the chickens.

The male was easy to herd up to the stable but the girls simply took flight. They are very strong fliers, often going right out into next door's field. They headed off over the trees, over the road and veered out of view to the left. I went to the front gate but couldn't see them anywhere. I just hoped they would come back later. After a little searching I gave up and returned to the chicken pen. And there they were! They must have done a huge loop.

I let them be for the rest of the day as it would be impossible to catch them now. Instead, I caught them more unawares out of their house in the morning and carried them down to the stables. You have to grip Muscovies really tightly as their flight muscles are so strong. You also have to keep their sharp claws away from you and make sure they don't squirt in your direction from the back end.

The other ducks, more docile and less flighty, are in the polytunnel. They are quacking a lot more than usual but they will be ok in there as long as the Prevention Order doesn't go on after 5th January.

I said that most of the birds are now confined. For the wording of the order is not totally clear. It includes phrases such as "where practicable" and "do your best to..."

In particular with respect to geese and to gamebirds, it acknowledges the cruelty of keeping them indoors and the order is very contradictory in this respect. It says to take all possible measures to make sure they do not come into contact with wild birds and to make sure that food and drink are not accessible to wild birds.

So I have decided that the geese can go out in the day but be locked up and fed inside at night. They are the lucky ones.

One of the measures which becomes even more important than usual with the birds inside is rodent control. Fortunately I was already on top of this, as shown by this rather macabre find when I was reorganising the whole stables. That's a broom head for size comparison! It's dead.

So it's been a difficult few days. I know it is probably a sensible precaution, but I just feel that it hasn't been handled very well at all. I know we smallholders don't pack much economic punch, but it's not all about that. We are a hard-working and well-meaning bunch of people who know our minds and are fiercely independent. We strive for self-sufficiency, a virtue which has at points in the not so distant past been what has kept this country going through hard times. We own a little bit of this earth and we care for it. We don't overconsume and we probably give more to The Earth than we take. It would be nice if the authorities showed us a little bit more respect sometimes. It would certainly make it easier to show respect back.

A Dusky Discovery

Sunday 4th December 2016

The day started with a long dog walk along the Main Drain and across the fields. As usual, Boris found a way of achieving maximum dirtiness while Arthur just mooched around finding interesting smells.
There are now 8 Whooper Swans by Coy Bridge and Mute Swan numbers are up to 63.
When we returned, I put in another shift digging the pond, beginning to work out where the banks will go and planning an overflow into a boggy area. The pond will be fed by rainwater diverted from the stable roof.
A late lunch found me trying one of Sue's new jams, Elderflower Champagne and Whitecurrant - very nice.

My plan for Monday was to finally drive over to South Wales to see the Masked Wagtail, but that all began to change early evening as details came through of a photo posted onto a Facebook group asking for an identification.

The first photo of the bird

to be posted on the internet

There were three photos, a blackbird, a couple of starlings and a dusky thrush.


WHOOOAAAAAA! A DUSKY THRUSH!!!!

Details of the site were not to be released until next morning but it didn't take a lot of detective work to figure out that the photo was quite probably taken in an orchard in Beeley on the edge of the Peak District.
Dusky Thrushes have been as rare as hen's teeth for many years, but I was lucky enough to catch up with one in Kent a few years back.

Chances of a Dusky Thrush sticking around are difficult to assess. Instinct told me it was unlikely to be seen the next morning. But Dusky Thrushes are almost mythical and I was keen to see it. I hatched a plan which would give me a good night's sleep and arrive me on site at about ten in the morning, the time that the precise location was likely to be released.
My insurance policy was to do a little Christmas shopping at Peak Shopping Village. That way it wouldn't be a completely wasted journey and if the bird was found I would be less than two miles away.

I set the alarm for half six and went to bed.

Monday 5th December 2016
I met up with Neil in Holbeach Tesco car park and from there we headed westwards. He was happy with the Christmas shopping plan.
But at 8.38am we received news that the bird was still there, though only seen briefly. We continued into a distinctly frosty and foggy landscape and at just past ten in the morning we were on a minor road traversing Beeley Moor. There wasn't much news on the bird. From what we could tell it had been seen briefly a couple of times.
Two minutes before our predicted arrival time we came across a Road Closed sign with absolutely no way through. We had to turn around and drive right back across the moor. Eventually we reached the small village of Beeley and found the first available parking place. It was a short walk to where the bird had been showing and as we climbed the hill there were people coming away from the bird telling us it was still on show.
We hadn't even realised it was showing, otherwise we would have tried to park closer. As it was, by the time we had walked up the hill to the church the bird had flown off. Thrushes have the annoying habit of picking up with other thrush species and disappearing off.
After another half an hour there had been no further sightings and I was starting to think about Christmas shopping at Peak Shopping Village. After all, we wouldn't be far away if the bird turned up again.
I'm not really being serious. I am much more determined than that. I headed off up a track to search for where the bird might be feeding, but it wasn't long before my phone started ringing. The bird was being watched in the orchard! (Access had by now been granted).

I ran back and it wasn't too long before I was enjoying good, if fairly brief views of the bird. There were maybe a hundred birders present at this point. The villagers of Beeley were slightly bemused by us, but we were among the first wave of birders and there had been no time for any bad feelings to set in yet.
The charity who owned the land from which the bird was viewable were fantastic. They laid on toilet facilities, parking and seemed genuinely happy to witness our eccentric passion. I hope that everybody contributed generously, though twitchers are astonishingly tight when it comes to putting their hands in their pockets. When approached with a collection bucket, somebody in front of us, despite the fact he was stood on somebody else's land by their kind permission, dared ask if it was compulsory to donate! We made sure he felt our eyes burning into the back of his head and hopefully heard our disapproving whispers.
Neil gripped me off with a bacon roll which they had laid on, but it wasn't long before chips appeared too and more bacon rolls. There was coffee and tea too.
This was quite some twitch.

The bird gave us the run around for the next couple of hours but we managed several sightings, though none longer than a minute. I recognised the lady who had originally posted the photo on the internet. She was finding it all rather surreal.

Neil and I gave it till one o'clock before heading back. We both had other halves to get back to and we didn't feel we would get much better views of the bird. Besides, more and more birders were starting to arrive and we quite wanted to get out of the place before it became too hectic.

And finally... that wonderful charity who have been so friendly and patient is dukesbarn. Their website is dukesbarn.org. Donations can be made via links on the website.

ed - the bird is still present well over a week later. It has now been seen by thousands of birders. The villagers even arranged an out-of-village car park over the weekend, with a free shuttle bus laid on. Amazing stuff!

A week of clear skies, frosty mornings and glorious sunsets

Monday 28th November 2016
Blue skies all day. A day of ticking off odd jobs.

Tuesday 29th November 2016
A frosty start so I took advantage to clean the chickens (well, their houses, not the actual birds), a much easier job when everything's frozen solid instead of wet and sticky.

It was a lovely day to be outside, so I decided to re-felt the chicken shed roof. Bits had come off and the water was penetrating the roof. These sheds are cheaply made, but do the job as long as they are maintained. I've not exactly got a shiny new shed but it should last a good few more years now.
One sad find today was a dead chicken underneath an upturned bucket. It was one of the Ixworths, the meat birds which would have been ready for the pot soon. Goodness knows how it got there, presumably it stood on the rim of the bucket which then tipped over onto the chicken. If it wasn't so sad it would be comical.

At lunchtime I enjoyed a bowl of Thai Pumpkin soup from the freezer. Nothing can beat a hearty bowl of soup to warm you up and replenish the energy on a winter's day. I wasn't overly happy with any of the pumpkin soups I made a while back, but I have been pleasantly surprised by how the flavours have mellowed and mingled in the freezer. Both this one and the nutmeg one have turned out very tasty indeed.

Late afternoon and it was time to call Gerry in, but there was no sign. It was getting towards dusk and still nothing. During my hunt I saw a little owl for first time in a long while. There was a right commotion from maybe 100 goldfinches and as many starlings high up in the ash trees. I thought it was just their usual evening chattering, but then the owl flew out of the tree with all the goldfinches in pursuit!

I continued calling for Gerry, but then I suddenly realised I'd been in the garage earlier and so had Gerry, sniffing for mice. I pulled open the door and out came one very grateful black cat. 😊

Turkeys roosting at sunset.

Gerry safely indoors. This was the evening that all the animals

just melted into their respective resting places!

Wednesday 30th November 2016
This morning was gloriously frosty. This period of high pressure is giving us clear skies and plummeting night temperatures. It's also giving some amazing sunrises and sunsets.

After work I dropped in to the butcher's to pick up our two Shetland lambs (in boxes). They came in at 16kg and 16.5kg. I was hoping for maybe 18kg or more, but good things come in small packages.







On the way I just had to stop to take a couple of snaps. Believe it or not, these photos are not enhanced in any way and were just snapped with my phone.






Finally, I lost Arthur for a while. He has a habit of wandering off looking for rabbits but usually comes bouncing back when I call him. But he was just nowhere to be seen. I went back down to the chickens in case he had got shut in, but no sign. I eventually found him. You've guessed it, locked in the garage!

Thursday 1st December 2016
The garden was absolutely alive with thrushes this morning.
Priscilla has moved back in to the chicken pen. We were just saying that she has stayed with her two chicks for a long time. Cocky rushed out to see her as soon as she appeared!

The evening was one for snuggling up on the sofa. No room for me though. Sue is in there somewhere.

Saturday 3rd December 2016
A day of tool fixing. I hate the throw-away society that we live in, where the first option seems to be to bin and replace rather than mend and make good. A couple of years ago my favourite spade met its demise with a loud cracking of the handle. Luckily my neighbour Don could fix anything and restored Mr Spade to better than before. But a couple of weeks ago the handle snapped again - not down to Don's workmanship but instead the quality of the handle I had purchased. I knew roughly how to fit a new handle and a bit of YouTube viewing had me ready to begin the operation. I purchased a shiny new handle and set about getting the old one out - this was the trickiest bit as it needed quite a bit of drilling out. I used an angle grinder for the first time to remove the rivets - sparks flew and Sue said I looked like a real man!
Anyway, I have to say I did a pretty good job. I even managed to use the angle grinder to get a shiny new edge onto the spade blade.
My club hammer needed fixing too. Again I'd done my research and ordered a new handle, a small wooden wedge and a circular steel wedge. These wedges are driven in to force the top of the handle out to make sure there is absolutely no room for slippage. This repair job did not go quite so smoothly as the first. I needed to do a fair bit of whittling to get the new handle to fit and the wedges caused a bit of splitting at the end. However  the hammer is perfectly functional now, even if not quite as neatly finished as I would have liked. I've saved a little bit of money, but more importantly I've got a sense of achievement and I've not just discarded the functional parts of the tools.
Keen to try out my new tools, I set about digging out a new pond - it was when I started this task that the spade had given out on me. It's a big job and will take several sessions of digging. I'll show you the result when it's finished.

A Rare Sighting Of The Dyke-Dwelling Fen Hound

We took Boris and Arthur for a walk today. Here's what happened when we went to cross the dyke to get back onto our land.

A videograb managed to capture the moment the beast hurtled past.

A Guest Post by Arthur

Our humans were up early on Sunday morning and went out. I watched them drive off in the car. It had a trailer on the back with two of the sheep in. When they came back they didn't have the sheep with them.

John and Sue seemed excited and I soon twigged what was going on. They were getting the beach bag out - towels, poo bags, a water bottle, our leads. Me and Boris were bouncing up and down in excitement and jumped into the car as soon as they opened the back door. In the last month we have been to two different beaches and we reckoned we might be going back to one of them again. Either there or to the vets, which wouldn't be so good.
After quite a long drive we got to a place called Old Hunstanton where we got out of the car. We had to be on our leads for a little while but then we went down a lane and the ground turned sandy. We met some other dogs. One of them looked just like Boris.
We hadn't been here before, but suddenly ahead of us there was miles and miles of sand.

Boris went running around like a mad dog but in the end he came back and then we ran around with some other dogs for a while. All the dogs are so friendly when we go to the beach and their humans seem friendly too.
The sea was miles away and Boris was making the most of every bit of space. I ran about for a bit but my legs are a lot shorter than his and I don't know where he gets all his energy from. We all walked right down to the edge of the sea. Sometimes the sand was dry but some bits were very sploshy. Boris covered much more ground than the rest of us in his hunt for sticks - he has decided this is his main purpose in life. Many of the things he ran off to investigate were just lumps of rock or seaweed. The soaking pieces of wood that he did find just fell part in his mouth, but this didn't stop his efforts! I don't know what he sees in sticks.

Boris enjoyed sprinting through the puddles and even managed to soak John at one point. I was more cautious as I am a lot shorter and the cold water gets on my belly.

Despite the number of dogs who had bought their humans to enjoy the beach, there was acres of space. Boris and I met quite a few other dogs and introduced ourselves to a few of the owners too.

I don't really understand why out of all the dogs we have ever met, Boris stands out from all the rest as the dog who just goes haring around all over the beach. Most embarrassing is when he does his rolling in the wet sand trick. I just ignore him. I don't know why he wants to make himself so bedraggled and filthy.

On the way back Boris spotted someone with a ball and went running over doing his cute face throw-the-ball look, bouncing up and down with his tongue hanging out. The other dog was bigger than Boris but when the owner threw the ball Boris was the fastest. He got the ball and ran around victoriously. He wouldn't give the ball back for quite a while, but nobody really seemed to mind, even the other dog. Somehow when Boris is naughty everybody seems to find him cute. He's always getting al the comments about his good looks. I think he just looks like a giant teddy bear that has come to life.

We had some channels of water to cross on the way back too. I was brave and paddled across a couple, but my little legs were getting tired and I was getting cold, so I trotted along next to Sue occasionally whining until she picked me up and carried me onto the dry sand.

We got back to the car without too much further ado, although Boris did join a tour of the lifeboat station and went trotting off into the boathouse with a group of humans. John had to go and get him back.
Boris and I laid together in the back of the car. On the way back we stopped at a place called Sandringham. There weren't many dogs there and then we saw a sign saying that it could be dangerous for dogs to walk there in the autumn. Boris was very disappointed as it was full of sticks.

Then we stopped again and had to get out of the car. We went into a strange building called The Feathers where John and Sue had a drink and a nice lady brought them plates of human food. Me and Boris were tired so we mostly just laid on the floor under the table. Some other people came in too and they had a dog with them. I didn't know we were allowed in human places like this. I wasn't so sure about the other dog. I kind of wanted to meet him but I was a bit scared too so I tried to make some quite scary noises but they just came out as scared whimpers. Joh gave me a big cuddle and I felt safe.

When we eventually got back to the farm we were all very tired indeed. Boris and I had a nice long sleep on our sofa. We even let Gerry come up with us too.

It's a dog's life.

In the evening my humans tried to comb my hair but I squeezed under the sofa and wouldn't come out. I hate being brushed.

Shetlands head off

For two nights in April 2015 we sat up in the stables. One of our Shetland ewes was in labour and she was taking her time about it.
It was our first lambing and it was a stressful experience, but a truly amazing one too.

The two lambs grew quickly and were soon meeting the rest of the outside world.

... including our new puppy, Boris

The reason for this reminiscence?
Well these two lambs were never going to become pets. Today, after 17 months growing up on the farm with us, it was time to send them off to you-know-where (when the livestock trailer makes an appearance, it's often bad news for someone!)

There was a tinge of sadness as they were the first lambs we had raised from birth, but we know they had a good life here.

We keep the Shetland lambs into their second year as they are a small breed and don't really get very big by their first winter. But the benefit for us is that they are a hardy breed which can survive the winter without much help. Being small, they present few difficulties with lambing. As they cost us very little to keep, they are perfectly suited to our needs. They are gradually enriching the grassland and they are a great way of managing it. We get the additional benefit of some very, very tasty meat. As they go off in their second year, the meat is officially classed as hogget.

edit (Wednesday 30th) I just picked up the lambs from the butchers (all packaged up in boxes.) They came in at 16.5kg and 16kg. I'd have liked a little bit more, but they were quite compact little sheep. Anyway, good things come in small packages.