Went to Sara's place along the lane yesterday, on an invite to lunch. She has a sort of children's farm with camels, lamas, goats, pigs. Crikey but the mud though. I thought we were swamped enough, but by crikey they were soupy everywhere. Was nice to share someone else's mud though, and the meal was lovely.
Busy day today after the cutting up of the lamb yesterday. Mince to make, head to sort out, puppies underfoot, a reading this afternoon, and various assorted farm tasks. I would never have thought I would be able to work with the insides of animal, nor to do the deed of finishing its life. It is surprising how one can pull of one the strength to do such things if need be.
Ummm, puppies? Yes, two. Gone and got yesterday from another friend. What type are they? Rottweilers. OOooohhh dear, you might say, but Lester has experience with them, I have YouTubed them, and I am glad we have them. So two new ones to the pack. They are asleep in their puppy kennel at the moment, so I have a precious few minutes before they are up and doing again. Blue and Maz are their names. Short names which can be spit out when they are being naughty. Blue is the needy one, and Maz is the calmer. Maz and me bonded immediately we met, whereas Blue was the one Lester did with, so one each then.
They have learnt the word 'No', have already been stood on accidentally by Boolie, Blue has howled her annoyance when she is not being fussed over, they have decided that they do not like it outside and prefer the kitchen, and Gussy is horrified about it all.
I have stopped picking Blue up every time she wants a fuss, as picking her up when she asks in six months time is not going to be something I shall be able to do because of her weight. She is already a tubs. Maz does not ask.
Cold and wet here. Apparently it has been the mildest and wettest winter for a long time. River is up, slight seepage of water on to our fields, but not much. Soggy, soggy, soggy.
Stood and watched the lambs cavorting on the field yesterday, all in a gang, chasing here, chasing there, meanwhile the mum goats introduced their goatlings to the bramble patch. The mum goats have also introduced them to the delight of making an escape, that a fence is something which needs to be got through if at all possible, this being obvious when we got home from Sara's and saw the goat crew munching on the grass of the front drive. We still do not know their escape route.
Sunday was a delight for us, hope you had a good weekend too, and hope the days of the week are splendid ones for you.