“ It’s a pretty soggy mess” was just the very accurately descriptive weather forecast we just heard as the Komo 4 weather map glowed green yellow and orange. It’s going to be very windy he enthused…40mph. The wind chimes are playing Beethoven’s 5th symphony and the rain is beating on the deck. Welcome to Spring !!!
Brian returned from the city, still smiling (which is always good) and hit the ground running…well, as fast as you can run with rubber boots two sizes too big. So far this week, aside from re locating mountains of various types of poo, Brian has helped me to scalp a cedar tree in order to camouflage a turkey nesting habitat. Thomas the turkey talks the talk, he even walks the walk, he has all the right moves and he is looking like he REALLY wants to… but somehow all the talking and walking , all the wing display, the drumming and spitting doesn’t seem to excite Mrs. Turkey who just keeps walking. Hopefully the cleverly (?) disguised dog igloo will help persuade the reluctant lover to do what should come naturally. I have informed them both that there is a new box of aluminium foil and a turkey tray waiting should amour not be “happening” in the turkey pen very soon.
Shenanigans the Soay ewe that has been in the farm Penthouse suite since she gave birth to her tiny triplets was released yesterday. Reluctantly, she and her three lambs joined the other sheep in the pen where doubtlessly they will connect with the brat pack and very soon be causing chaos and mayhem for their frantic moms.
Thumper, Peanut Bonny and Buster are growing daily. Twice daily Brian and I head into the goat pen with the super sized coke bottles topped with grey rubber teats full of warm creamy momma’s milk. Twice a day Thumper and peanut latch on, inhale and don’t let go until they are sucking on air. All attempts to persuade the boys to sample tasty molasses and grain have been futile, the kids will sniff it, walk through it, stomp in it but they clearly don’t want to grow up.
Gertie the confused Canada goose is currently dividing her time between Charm the golden palomino (am) and Quest the giant Shire (pm). Whilst virtually ignoring her TWO ardent goose admirers, the goose faithfully waddles in the hoof prints of her equine beaus……closely followed by her two feathered suitors.
Out of ime again. The rain is still falling and the wind is still blowing…it’s going to be a messy day. Take care, keep safe and dry. M
Brian returned from the city, still smiling (which is always good) and hit the ground running…well, as fast as you can run with rubber boots two sizes too big. So far this week, aside from re locating mountains of various types of poo, Brian has helped me to scalp a cedar tree in order to camouflage a turkey nesting habitat. Thomas the turkey talks the talk, he even walks the walk, he has all the right moves and he is looking like he REALLY wants to… but somehow all the talking and walking , all the wing display, the drumming and spitting doesn’t seem to excite Mrs. Turkey who just keeps walking. Hopefully the cleverly (?) disguised dog igloo will help persuade the reluctant lover to do what should come naturally. I have informed them both that there is a new box of aluminium foil and a turkey tray waiting should amour not be “happening” in the turkey pen very soon.
Shenanigans the Soay ewe that has been in the farm Penthouse suite since she gave birth to her tiny triplets was released yesterday. Reluctantly, she and her three lambs joined the other sheep in the pen where doubtlessly they will connect with the brat pack and very soon be causing chaos and mayhem for their frantic moms.
Thumper, Peanut Bonny and Buster are growing daily. Twice daily Brian and I head into the goat pen with the super sized coke bottles topped with grey rubber teats full of warm creamy momma’s milk. Twice a day Thumper and peanut latch on, inhale and don’t let go until they are sucking on air. All attempts to persuade the boys to sample tasty molasses and grain have been futile, the kids will sniff it, walk through it, stomp in it but they clearly don’t want to grow up.
Gertie the confused Canada goose is currently dividing her time between Charm the golden palomino (am) and Quest the giant Shire (pm). Whilst virtually ignoring her TWO ardent goose admirers, the goose faithfully waddles in the hoof prints of her equine beaus……closely followed by her two feathered suitors.
Out of ime again. The rain is still falling and the wind is still blowing…it’s going to be a messy day. Take care, keep safe and dry. M
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