Well; today should’ve been an extra-busy Sunday, as usual….
but as Tony set off on the ‘road to Damascus’ (or should I say, the flight path, to….?) in the disgracefully early hours I rose at the same time to feed Bechan & help him get ready to depart; but after waving him goodbye, I admittedly nipped back to bed & took advantage of a goodly snooze, as her Little Ladyship (now replete with a bellyful of milk) was sleeping peacefully, tucked up on the duvet at the foot of the bed.
Tired after many nights’ unbroken sleep, I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t wake until almost 9am; therefore I had to hurry through all the standard morning chores. In the afternoon I caught up with the usual Sunday ‘extras’ such as cleaning out poultry housing – &, indeed, our housing; as well as sorting out all the washing, & the recycling & composting bins.
Having noticed the goats getting a bit itchy-scratchy, I dusted them liberally with an organic insect powder which they didn’t appreciate although I’m sure they’ll thank me in due course. Despite the fact our herd are very clean & uncommonly particular about their personal hygiene – more so, in fact, than most people I suspect; one of the most frequent & surprised comments that we receive from visitors, is there’s no ‘goaty’ smell in the shed, just the ever-present scent of clean, fresh straw; which of course is as it should be. Hence (I suppose) the milk tastes of only – err – fresh, sweet, creamy MILK – which is as it should be; & what good livestock husbandry is all about, surely…? Anyway; suffice to say that it’s a bit weird in the Shed at the mo; as there are apparently wafts of perfume, permeating the air; most alluring!
Whilst out & about doing some last-minute shopping I caught up with a neighbour, who’s had ongoing problems with an in-lamb ewe. In spite of their best, tirelessly professional efforts this has proved a recurring problem with other members of their flock, year-on-year; which they think may be attributed to a leaching of trace elements from the soil. I’m aware that a shepherd on neighbouring pasture has had similar difficulties so I wonder whether it’s down to altitude rather than the pasture itself; we always bring our ewes to the lowest fields prior to lambing, & have never suffered similar problems. So whether it’s ultimately down to grazing, breed selection, climate or whatever, I suppose we’ll never honestly get to the crux of the problem.
So there we are; an uncharacteristically lazy day for Yours Truly – although thankfully I did manage to squeeze in all the Sunday ‘extras’, after all.