Where has March gone ?….I know, I’m sorry, my poor daily diary has been the victim of an overloaded priority list and I don’t even know what I’ve been doing. The spirit has been willing…but the typing finger ( yes, I did say finger as in one !) has been otherwise employed.
Lambing season began on the first of March and 20 little bawling baaaing bundles of mischief are causing chaos and mayhem in the sheep pen. From all around the pen, little brat packs of multicolour lambs form. Quietly resting moms, eyes closed and mouth grinding horizontally as they contentedly chew their cud are abruptly woken as junior abruptly bounces into frenzied action. Bands of lambs, all colours, all sizes, zip around the sheep pen, hopping over a startled Chance, bouncing on poor sleepy Alice, ricocheting off the water tub and vaulting over anxious Katie. On the other side of the fence, Bran waits…ears alert, tail waving like a banner and eyes fixed on the mischief makers. Go on…..make my day little lambs !!
In the goat pen, Buster and Bonny are growing fast. The tiny door, designed to allow the kid’s access and the moms out is beginning to be a tight squeeze for a chunky Buster. An attempt at dual entry ….both heads at the same time, has been disastrous, neither willing to be the first to retreat and both attempting to out- wail it’s sibling the twins repeatedly scrabble to escape. One day they will grow up and be goats…we hope not too soon !! .
The cuckoo clock has spoken, it’s almost time to get down to the barn but I wanted to say goodbye and thank you to Brian. Brian was our most recent WWOOFER and his three weeks are sadly up. Every experience was embraced, every lesson absorbed and I believe that I can honestly say that I never saw his face without a smile. Thank you for choosing our ranch for your first farming experience Brian and we look forward to seeing you again.
Time to go, take care, keep safe, M
Lambing season began on the first of March and 20 little bawling baaaing bundles of mischief are causing chaos and mayhem in the sheep pen. From all around the pen, little brat packs of multicolour lambs form. Quietly resting moms, eyes closed and mouth grinding horizontally as they contentedly chew their cud are abruptly woken as junior abruptly bounces into frenzied action. Bands of lambs, all colours, all sizes, zip around the sheep pen, hopping over a startled Chance, bouncing on poor sleepy Alice, ricocheting off the water tub and vaulting over anxious Katie. On the other side of the fence, Bran waits…ears alert, tail waving like a banner and eyes fixed on the mischief makers. Go on…..make my day little lambs !!
In the goat pen, Buster and Bonny are growing fast. The tiny door, designed to allow the kid’s access and the moms out is beginning to be a tight squeeze for a chunky Buster. An attempt at dual entry ….both heads at the same time, has been disastrous, neither willing to be the first to retreat and both attempting to out- wail it’s sibling the twins repeatedly scrabble to escape. One day they will grow up and be goats…we hope not too soon !! .
The cuckoo clock has spoken, it’s almost time to get down to the barn but I wanted to say goodbye and thank you to Brian. Brian was our most recent WWOOFER and his three weeks are sadly up. Every experience was embraced, every lesson absorbed and I believe that I can honestly say that I never saw his face without a smile. Thank you for choosing our ranch for your first farming experience Brian and we look forward to seeing you again.
Time to go, take care, keep safe, M
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