We are well through our calving too. Over the last winter we invested in a new cattle shed and it has been a real help. Having a proper set up for handling cattle reduces the stress on everyone involved. There are still a few things we might improve, but we are getting there.
Our cattle come in all colours but it doesn’t seem to matter. Nearly ever one of our calves is coloured like our bull, Jura. This picture was taken a few weeks ago. We have 16 on the ground now and, thus far, they are all doing well.
Another year’s lambing is nearly finished. After the hardest winter for at least a decade it was hard to know what to expect. We had rather more small lambs than usual and some very uneven twins, but it was not a disaster. And we were helped by dry weather throughout lambing so we could get lambs out to the field quickly and they get off to a good start.
Of course, getting them born is just the start. Now we have to keep them alive and growing. One ewe has already proven that she cannot swim and left us with two orphan lambs. They say that a sheep’s principal mission in life is to arrange their own death and you see evidence to support that view practically every day.
The calving season is on us again, and this year we are enjoying the benefits of a new barn to avoid the worst of the weather. This calf seems to appreciate being dry, though he was quickly complaining about being cold.
Greetings from Croick. We just missed a White Christmas but had a touch of snowfall on Boxing Day, and more overnight …. just as family are leaving of course.
The ancient lorry growled up the strath, a group of Scottish and Antipodean shearers left out, set up and less than three hours later some 250 sheep had been sheared. It’s a tough way to earn a living!
There’s plenty to do, to keep the sheep flowing to the shearers, even for the younger members of the party.
For a couple of days we had brief sightings of a small bird scurrying in and out of the undergrowth at the edge of the garden. Today it chose to spend 20 minutes on the lawn, right in front of our window. We usually associate snipe with rushes and bogs, but clearly they can enjoy a garden too.
I have forgotten to give an update on this year’s pigs who arrived a few weeks ago and have settled well. They are an amiable group this year, and still going through the teenage years. However late I get there to feed them, I can be certain that they will still be in bed, and will only stir reluctantly at the prospect of breakfast.