just as yesterday wasn’t about things-tilling-soil so this too, isn’t a Clash of the (whippy-sworded Zorro) Titans; more “bah, foiled again”….or should that be, “baa”, actually…..? Hmmmm.
Frankly, the wethers are getting increasingly frustrating: whilst MacDougal behaves impeccably, they get themselves into all sorts of trouble; & today was no exception. Bilberry – the biggest wether – has thwarted my painful hacking back of all brambles, tangles & traps in their vicinity, by starting to stick his head through the now-clear fenceline; only to find he can’t get back again. Sheep – being the witless creatures they are (well, that epithet certainly applies to our wethers, anyway) don’t attempt to pull back from the obstacle they pushed through; rather, they continue to barge forward & hence compound the problem.
So as the light started to turn the colours in the valley from monochrome to the tentative tints of Spring, I made my way up through the orchard & into Caravan Corner start my ’rounds’ by checking on the wethers, however not expecting to find anything out of the ordinary since Bogbean’s sad & stupid demise. But right at the gate, there was Bilberry; his head firmly wedged in one of the uniform squares of the sheep netting. It took all my strength & almost half-an-hour’s determined tugging, to extricate him without resorting to cutting the fence apart – which of course put me behind for the rest of the day, not to mention the ensuing indignant bawling from the caprine end of the Ffarm, demanding their tardy breakfasts.
So I was at least hopeful that once Bilberry was liberated, that would be that; however on wandering up the orchard to admire the stunning sunset flaming its final glory over the mountains & to show Boo – who was visiting for a couple of hours’ necessary Welsh revision – our lovely lambs, I noted with dismay that Bilberry was, once again, wedged in the hedge. Despite our best efforts Boo & I failed to extricate him; so Tony – who had just arrived home after a long & gruelling two-day Operational Performance Check on the Airbus simulator at West Drayton – came to our assistance. It took a lot of effort, but we managed to get the errant wether out without too much damage to the fence – & certainly no harm done to the robust sheep.
Tony resolved to immediately transfer the wethers into Parc Tu ol Ty along with MacDougal the ram; but although as ever MacDougal happily obliged, the wethers obstinately stayed put in spite of our best efforts. We left the gate open for them to find their own way out, overnight.
Meanwhile Boo learned a bit more than Welsh this evening; helping us to castrate & dock the last lambs (bar Allspice’s babies of course, who still hasn’t lambed). After we’d finished our revision – whilst gawping at the fantastic sunset at regular intervals – I managed to send some photos to accompany my latest ‘Smallholder’ article, with which I’d been having difficulty.
Other than that – apart from treating a very difficult goat who has ‘pink eye’ & nearly breaking my arm in the process; returning little Bechan to the Kid Nursery; treating Froggie’s damaged teat; & Tony, handing in his notice with bmi, finally having had enough; all was pretty quiet, really…..!