My new sunbed

...... and here I am having a lazy dozy five minutes out in the sunshine, enjoying a roasty toasty sun bathe on my new sun bed. But perhaps, as you observe my booted feet you might be wondering as to what manner of sun bed this is, and here is another look sans moi:

..... and think you that perhaps this does not resemble a 'normal' sun bed, maybe even quite similar to the base of a settee? Ahha! You are right! For 'tis indeed that, and we have just removed it from the Half Barn in an attempt to halt the frightful smell that was getting stronger and stronger by the minute, thinking that interred within its shell was a rotting creature. 

Two hours later, we deduced that the rotting creature was still somewhere inside the barn because the smell did not leave when the settee did, thus leaving me with an opportunity to have a quick laze in the sun, which is something I do not do because I have not got a proper sun bed to lie, only the ground which is a tad on the damp side at this time of the year, plus Bools and Gus think that it is jolly good fun to have me at their level and won't leave me alone, so normally I just sit in a plastic chair to enjoy the sun. Each year I promise myself that I shall purchase a recliner for the garden, (what garden, we only have fields, but a girl can dream!) but can never justify the expense because renovating a ruin is a hellishly expensive occupation, so money is always being saved for important things, and this does not include a sun lounger. 

Lester went to get his hammer. He had decided to make a hole in the plasterboard to get to the dead thing, probably a mouse. He had decided that the mouse had got through the mousehole we had found by my side of the bed just before we blocked the hole up, therein becoming interred forever and after, or until someone decided to remove the plasterboard, but not Lester, definitely not Lester, because I put my foot down with an almight thump and denied him the use of his hammer, at least in the Half Barn. He wailed and carried on, but the hammer was denied him. Instead I got out some filler and went along the gaps where the beams and the plaster board met. Job done. The entombment is complete, and no smell doth drift through those now filled in gaps. But there is still a faint aroma, probably wafting through the gaps higher up in the roof beams. Am not doing those. They are too high to get to. 

So my sun bed / settee is now back indoors, and out in the Sheep Barn....

......mum and little ones doing well, although we did have a bit of a scare with her a couple of days ago because she hurt her leg, but not being able to move about very much has enabled the second born lamb to become part of her team and not be rejected. And the post? It is part of a proper pen so we can separate the sheep from each other if need be. 

And out in the field.....

..... the bramble hedge is shrinking, 

..... Lissie, our heifer, is still growing, 

....the chickens wait patiently for Lester to give them their supper, and the scythe waits patiently for me to sharpen it,

..... the chicks are growing, and their voices are now 'breaking'....

...... Orpy's son is strutting, preening, and generally showing off in the manner of cockerels everywhere....

..... and the grey 'hen' is most definitely a cockerel as well, so waiting for the two of them to start fighting. Not sure who we shall keep if they do. 

.... and today I had a joyous doze in the sun on my temporary sun bed. Wahoooo! Now off to sort out a ewe who has refused to come out of the field when the other do, this being the third day she has done this. I am going to have a chat with her, to see what's up. 

Bye for now.....