We have made a new electric paddock for the piglets, their mum, and their aunt. We had separated the aunt from Max because we thought she was expecting. She wasn’t. Not to worry. She needed a break from the big boy. He can be a bit of a nuisance. He can be a bit of a bully.
So the old electric paddock was available for us to tend.
Only it was full of big clods which had become compacted by the sun. So what I
did was raked those big clods to one side, scraped over the surface of the soil
to fluff it up, make some furrows, planted some seeds. Could only do about a
half of the available plot, the rest was too cloddy. Not to worry. At least I
got seeds planted, mangel (like sugar beet) for winter food for the pigs.
The smaller veg plot had become a mess. Onions had become overgrown with weeds, as had the beetroot. Trouble was that I had made diddly little rows, thinking they would be easier to weed. They weren’t. There was still open ground to plant, but that, too, was getting weedy. But the beans growing up the fence of the plot are doing very well. They must like the rain / sun type of weather we have been having for ages now.
I have continued to hay make, and have become addicted to
scything. Thirty four small bales of hay I have made, and it looks quite farmy
in the Middle Barn when they are being stored. Trouble is that the drying of
the cut grass to make it into hay is not happening because of the rainy patches
we keep having. Not to worry, when it dries it can go to the sheep and pigs as
bedding. The sheep like the DIY hay, and will eat it whether it is seconds or
best quality. The pigs just romp in it. They love having new bedding. Their
gleefulness is a joy to behold.
So last Saturday, Hubs decided that enough was enough. Off
we went, returning with a lawnmower and a rotovator, the lawnmower to be used
on the grass local to the house, and the rotovator to help me with getting the
veg plots dug over. I still think that the scythe will cut the grass better
than a lawnmower, but there is only one of me and the fields now need cutting
and the days are only twenty four hours long. Hubs has work on his PC at the
moment, but helps when he can. For a week he did not have any work and scythed
a great swathe in the kitchen field. This I am still trying to dry. Scything
cuts the grass fast. Getting the grass turned, rolled, turned, rolled, stacked,
and baled, is the activity which takes the time. And then it rains on the
nearly dry grass, and the drying process has to start all over again. We are
not having more than two days of sunshine in one go at the moment, otherwise it
is overcast, or rainy. Not to worry, this is the way it is on a smallholding.
Sometimes the weather works with you, sometimes not. But at least we don’t have
to water. There is always a blessing to be had somewhere.
The rotovator. God bless it! Love the machine. On to the
Small Veg Plot Hubs took it. And it bucked and kicked like a mad bronco as it
went over the ground, but my goodness me, it did in five minutes a patch of
ground that it would have taken at least an hour for me to do. So, I have
started again. Got Hubs to go over the whole plot again. Planted it again.
Seeded it again. Was more organised this time, marked the rows with yarn I had
spun from the sheep wool. This will disintegrate over time, and will not look
untidy as string would have done. My halo is shining brightly. I have buffed up
Hubs’ halo as well. That roti, although a wild machine, wanting to go its own
way, Hubs keeping in command of it but only just, is a magic bit of kit. He
even managed to get another chunk of the Big Veg Plot turned over.
A beep of a car hooter sounded. Out we went to see who had
arrived. It was a neighbour, one who had bought two of our sheep five weeks
ago. The news. One had keeled over suddenly. Was dead. Was unsure as to what we
were supposed to do. But ended up by giving them back the money for the dead
one, and insisting that they bring her back so we can burn her. They did. We
made the fire. She is now made in to ashes.
We could have said that that’s life. We could have said that
she was alright when she was here, which she was. We could have said a lot of
things about their care of the sheep. But they are a young Dutch couple with
three children who are trying to build a new life here. So we helped. One thing
though, this reinforces our thinking that we do not want to be involved with
breeding animals and then selling them on. Although we made quite a lot of
money with the sale of the piglets and lambs, and for a while we thought we
might continue this practice as it would be a means of contributing towards the
running costs of the smallholding, we have vetoed this idea now. The Universe
will need to provide us with other forms of income if we are to keep going
here. I am sure it will. Something will turn up, I keep saying to Hubs, as his
Internet work with a company in the UK dwindles.
Biarritz is quite a nice place to visit. I did. Last
weekend. With the choir. To sing in a concert with another choir of that area
in a church which was the prettiest I have ever been in. Stayed overnight with
a French lady, who lived a distance away from the church so drove me to and
fro. That is the best way to visit places and see them in their proper light
rather than being a tourist whereby you mostly see the best side of a place. I
saw Bayonne and Biarritz in their true light, the marriage of the run down back
streets with the smart front streets, of there being money available in the
area but only to some of the people. Of the svelte woman playing volleyball on
the beach with an older man who had the sheen of wealth upon him. Of the young
man and woman with the brown lids of instant coffee jars upturned so money
could be given to them sitting outside the huge grey church in the centre of
the Biarritz beach front which is beside the huge Casino which sits beside the
church which sits in the centre of the Biarritz beach front. Of the topless
suntanned young woman sitting on the sand. Of the row of men hungrily absorbing
her bosoms sitting on a bench not so far away. Of the little cove which had day
fishing boats to-ing and fro-ing. Of the shops, expensive, small, boutiquey,
just behind the church, just behind the casino, all discretely oozing wealth.
Fascinating!
So off to do some unscheduled hay bale making before our
hard work is wasted. Hope you all have a good week. I do look at your blogs,
but do not often have the time to say I have. As I have said, we really need at
least two of me, but neither Hubs nor myself would cope with more versions of
moi!