Did you know that cows can go on strike? Well they do. And how do they do it? Collapse down on their knees, that is what they do. And she did. Down she went. Only she miss-timed the 'strike' action, and instead sort of keeled over. On her back, that is where she ended up. She did not seem to realise that flapping her legs and feet skyward was not going to get her the right way up, that all she needed to do was an elegant roll on to her side, then a quick heave, and back on her feet she would be, no, she just stayed on her back, by the side of the lane, with all four feet upwards.
Lester to the rescue. With much difficulty (because she is getting quite a size now), he got her turned over and back on her feet. Would she have learnt her lesson, do you think? Would she now think twice before going into strike mode again? Probably not!
And the joy of having thousands of buttercups and other wild flowers in bloom...
....and the not so joyful task of mopping up the manky bum of our grey cockerel...
....and the mint is ready to be picked. I should wait until it is nearly blossoming, because that is when the taste of mint is at its strongest,
but the leaves get eaten by things,
I did have another bed of mint, but it was in the middle of a large patch of tall grass,
which was then mown down by Lester when he was in the mode of 'man sitting in a reverie on his little tractor' as he cut the grass.
I have to keep an eye on him when he is in such a mode because things get cut down which should not be cut down, like my other mint bed.
Not to worry, lots of other patches of mint here and there.
And it looks like I shall be making some plum jam soon....
....and the back field fencing is still standing, the pigs not having had the chance to test the strength of the fencing yet, because the gates to the paddocks are still not done. But the grass is growing strong, so the pigs are going to have a real feast when they do actually have the pleasure of a day away from their current paddock.
It is all looking very lush here at the moment, except for the veg plot which is still not showing any signs of life, apart from some potatoes peeping through.
But soon.....soon it will be time to start the battle of the weeds.
Off now to tackle my front garden project.
Love and blessings,