First lamb safely delivered

What a happy day! My dream of just walking out to the field and finding a lamb came true. Just after lunch I checked on the girls and there, tottering on it’s weirdly long legs was one healthy looking lamb. Mum was licking it clean of the gooey yellow stuff all over its back, and […]

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Waiting for the birth

I feel like an anxious grandmother, waiting for these sheep to give birth. They are all huge, hot and tomorrow is the first ‘due date’ based on when the ram entered the flock. The experienced mum (in the middle) has been acting oddly. She didn’t join the others at the trough for her breakfast nuts […]

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Raising the beds

Our first raised beds were made from old floorboards and roof beams from some attic renovations. Oh, and the blood, sweat and tears of my husband. A random array of different shapes and sizes, they did help protect our easily compacted clay soil from too much trampling. Large amounts of well-rotted manure were added annually […]

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Ewe looking for love?

She’s had her nails done, and now she wants a man. Sorry, a ram. Yes, it’s finally time to take the plunge from animal husbandry to finding our animals a husband. I’m aware the move from just keeping and killing, to breeding animals is a big step (and you can read Tim Tyne’s excellent article […]

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Greenhouse cleanup

Since the excitement of a daily tomato harvest has passed, the greenhouse has started to look like it’s being reclaimed by nature. Coupled with some hen-related untidying, it’s a sorry sight. Normally I would leave this until the moment it’s time to plant seeds but this year I’m determined to be more organised. Today was the […]

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Ewe needs a manicure

Nobody likes to see a lame sheep hobbling across the paddock, so when our eldest ewe started limping I knew it was time for a toenail inspection. Sure enough her back hoof had grown so long that it was preventing her from walking properly and action was required. Normally I take advantage of the good nature […]

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Little Bo Peep has lost, and found, her sheep

It’s a phone call I never enjoy. “Hello Alex, it’s (insert proper farmer’s name here) .. do you own (insert small number and a species of farm animal here)? They seem to be in my field/on the road/heading west (delete as appropriate).” When the call came this morning, I leapt onto my bike and headed […]

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