One donated goose egg, and the milk udders run dry.

I did stop wearing my thermals,

then they went back on again,

then they came off,

then they went back on,

...and so on.

I shall get out of them sometime this year,

the weather will settle down,

of that I am sure.

 

Been out scything in the Far Field,

but only for a short burst of grass cutting,

just enough to feed the rabbits.

Three are already in the freezer,

sixteen left to go.

They were sexually rampant during the winter.

It must have been the cold weather.

 

No eggs indoors,

but needed to make a custard,

banana and custard being my intended dessert for lunch.

A search around the barns and courtyard produced not one single egg.

But then tiptoeing across the courtyard came Blue.

Now I am not sure if she intended to give me the goose egg

she had in her mouth,

or whether it was because I was blocking the front door

so she couldn't sneak it back to her bed.

A bed check this morning came up with one full toilet roll,

( ' borrowed' from the bathroom )

and two of Lester's socks,

( which he had left on the floor anyway

and all she had done was tidied them up )

also a small bone but that had been given to her.

 



So, Blue is tiptoeing across the courtyard,

I am in her way,

she knows that she is not supposed to go on egg raids,

but she does anyway...

'What to do about the goose egg in my mouth'

is written all over face.

'Best to get Her to think that I was bringing it to her,

might get me out of trouble if I do that....

I am going to gently drop in at her feet,

then she will think me a good girl

and not a naughty one.'

That is what is written on her face.

 

One egg,

dropped from the full standing height of one rottweiller,

 

 

.... it is surprising that it remained intact.

 

Blue was thanked for the donation of the egg.

She doesn't like her photo being taken though,

thinks that me waving a black object (the camera)

 in front of her nose is the same as me

waving a broom at her when I am cross with her.

 

'How were the bananas and custard' you might ask.

Didn't happen.

Cracked the egg open and it had a slight pong,

which might have been from the egg shell,

which was mucky,

but I didn't want to risk wasting the milk to make the custard

if the egg was off.

Boolie liked it though.

He is getting a lot of titbits now,

and is thoroughly spoilt.

His tumour still grows,

and now his back legs are not working quite as they used to.

But he remains cheerful,

which is the main thing.

 

On the subject of milk...

the once full fridge of milk.....

 

 

...is full no more..

 

and Lester will not have to be doing this twice a day...

 

...for a few months at least,

because the cows have now finished with giving us milk.

So they go on stand down as they wait for their calves to be born,

after which off we shall go again,

with making cheese, butter, yoghurt, etc.

Meanwhile I can stand down with making the dairy produce.

The pigs are 'standing down' as well.

The sow has just been in season,

and the boar was not the slightest bit interested.

The cows and me will start moving again once the calves arrive later on this year,

but the pigs look like they are standing down for good.

This is not good.

I keep having words with them,

about why they need to get their butts into gear and start producing some young'uns.

They don't seem to be taking notice of me.

 

Didn't have to wear thermals today....

just saying.

 

Bye for now,

Vx