Someone ‘upstairs’ is having a laugh – at our expense.
First & foremost for us as farmers, the weather: we STILL haven’t even come close to harvesting our desperately-needed hay crop (well not quite so desperate any more since we started supplementing the Milkforce’s diet with luscious lucerne). Thoughts are reluctantly turning to attempting haylage this year rather than hay; as we just cannot anticipate enjoying a sufficiently dry spell any time soon – especially with the evenings drawing in, & the dew dropping more by every abbreviated day – albeit haylage goes against the grain as not only is the cost of the bale wrap frankly astronomical, the cost to the environment regarding the manufacture & disposal of said wrap is in our opinion, just as awful if not even worse.
Then there’s the Milking Parlour. A state-of-the-art Metatron P21, specifically adapted for optimum caprine comfort & care, there are still those messy ‘mechanical bits’ which can – & do – occasionally, go wrong. And today was inevitably no exception, with the vaccuum pump abruptly ‘giving up the ghost’ this evening. Thankfully, the Milkforce had finished their supper soireé, therein; unfortunately, thefollowing basic rinse cycle had only just been completed, before the pump gave a single, apologetic wheezy cough….& ground to a sorry halt.
This, methinks, will be expensive…..
And then there’s Laugh Number Three: the side-splitting, rib-tickling failure of Food Centre Wales’ dairy refrigeration plant. Thankfully I managed to limp the cacao base mix that I was crafting at the time, successfully through to conclcusion; however all further production is ‘on hold’ again for the second time this season, until the problem can be rectified. And we’re running desperately short of Simplicity, Vanilla, Strawberries & Cream, Honeycomb…..thank goodness Chocolate at least gets a much-needed boost!
Oh, what a nightmare.
Can anyone offer us a similarly required ‘pick-me-up’, please? These setbacks – & especially as we’re both trying to recover from the really nasty, lingering, after-effects of Swine Flu which is proving really tricky to shake off – are making us feel like the Gods, Malicious Spirits or Who-Knows-What Fate, are truly sniggering at our sad & unjustified expense.
Oh well; at least cleaning out the goats’ accommodation using a hired ‘Ben Hur’ Bobcat-mini, rather than the usual Mk 1 Fork-Spade-Wheelbarrow combo, should help to ease these sniffles a little tomorrow.
So if the childish chuckling from ‘Them Upstairs’ can give us a break…..we’ll see.