Big brother John, currently on his weekend of rest and recuperation has put the hours in the woodpile behind him as an experience that might be best forgotten and this week has turned his attention to other projects on Greg’s ever growing “must do” list. In a rainstorm ( another one... and it was apparently almost tropical in Dolgethlli, Wales ) big brother climbed the ladder and cleared the overflowing drainpipes that have clearly been host to a flourishing bed of very healthy moss for umptyump years. Drainpipes evidently do not work too well in deluge conditions breeding beds of moss and Niagra style waterfalls had become the new barnyard hazard ready to catch the unwary. Thanks John. On to the next mission.... he is now turning his hand to tyling in the barn kitchen.( By the time he leaves, mucking out the stalls will be a blessing...maybe. smile)
Daisy, Molly, Hol-ley Rodney the ram and macho the buck share a pasture and all co habit quite amicably, the band of five gently amble off up Cow Lane and out to the pasture each morning searching for the lush and apparently plentiful Spring grass. Sadly, the abundance of grass has resulted in all five becoming hellions coming home to the barn at night. No longer an excited rush for the pitiful bucket of grain used as a successful lure throughout the Winter months, when you have bellies rounded with grass, co operation is unnecessary and the walk home is apparently pointless . Calls and whistles fall on deaf ears, even Bran’s valiant efforts to roust the stubborn gang are met with blatant disregard. They watch us…from the far end of the pasture and, generally, miserable, dripping wet cold and with growing impatience we watch them. It’s a Mexican standoff, threats of filet mignon, hamburger and castration are disregarded and ultimately ( and sadly now routinely!) the frustrated cowboy turns mechanised, Bran turns “quad hoodie” and together determinedly and resolutely they head off up Cow Lane to bring back the errant band of reprobates.
Time to go and feed the workers. Another batch of cookies are I think being inhaled faster than I can bake them and it’s hamburgers for dinner. Better get to work. Take care, keep safe, M