Well the geese are enjoying themselves!

We are in the 'wet time' now,

and the river is running swollen and heavy.

I frequently find myself looking out at our land,

waiting to see if today the river will over flow and embrace our fields.

But the geese,

they are in their most joyful time,

and are to be often found with their plump white bums pointing skywards,

as they bathe in the water lying on the field.

 

...and here they are, drying off after their bath

 

As I write this, they are on their way out of the courtyard.

They have just had their breakfast,

and Lester has let them out onto the farm.

They are very chatty this morning,

so would I be if I was a goose,

but I am not,

so I remain indoors.

..... and Maz, into the water she  also went,

 

 

.... but not Blue, who thinks of herself as a lady, so does not like to get wet.

 

... and the two girls, running just for fun...

 



 Blue in front, her slimness of shape allowing her to run like a greyhound, and Maz behind, heavier in build so slower. Boolie is off to one side. He doesn't join in with their mad gallops, but will have wrestling matches indoors with them, which I have to put a stop to because the tumour on his ear will inevitably break open and bleed if things get too rough.

 

And here are some more rompings....

 

 

 New lambs, running.....

 

 

 

......and skipping,

 

then calming down for a nibble of grass. Although only a few days old, they are already grazing, but only for a few minutes here and there, leaving them time to sleep and play.

 



 

And our flock, waiting to go across to the side field.

 

 

.... and across the lane they go...

 



 

Obviously these photos were taken during a break in the rain,

which means that the river should have time to get its load of flood water away to the coast before the next lot of rain falls, which most surely it will judging by the heavy black clouds which keep coming our way.

The wind: we had a huge wind the other night.

Reminded me of the hurricane of January 2009, when we lived in a caravan.

Caravans are fragile things, this we found out during that hurricane, which has left us with a nervousness about strong winds.

Not to worry, the recent wind was strong, but not fiercely strong.

The smallholding, and all that there is on it, remained undamaged.

 

Saying 'bye for now'

as I move on into my day.

Vx