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.
This wasn’t supposed to happen at the end of April! So much for Spring has sprung; winter has returned.
Well, not quite midnight … but late enough.
If you are a bull called Jura, it is a little boring being confined all winter, and deprived of female company. So the opportunity to play with a bale of straw is welcome, and a reminder of the strength of a bull.
Even the hardest working farmers need to rest occasionally!