The weeks beginning 7th of June, 2003.
Saturday the 7th
The young cattle have been up on the hill over the road for a few days, for the convenience of moving them, rather than because there was a great deal of grass there. (It was easier to get them back to where I wanted them via that paddock, than any other way.) This morning we went to bring them down and over the road, but had to clear our way before doing so ...
These great plants perch in the larger trees, until they get so large and there is enough rain, to bring them crashing down. They are sometimes called "widow-makers", since if you happen to be underneath one when it falls, your future is pretty bleak! Stephan just shoved this one off the driveway with the front-end-loader.
The cattle were pretty keen to get out of their paddock. The grass on the road-side is often quite lush, since it is seldom grazed. We tend not to let them stop there for long, though, since we like to get them across the road (upon which I am standing to take the picture) as quickly as possible.
There isn't a great deal of traffic on our road, but people are travelling faster these days than in past times and there are corners at either end of the short piece of straight road over which they cross. Anyone coming around one of those corners has little time to react if the cattle are crossing at the time.
Then down the driveway .... to the fallen lily!
The cows love these plants. The leaves are beautifully crisp and crunchy and don't seem to be as stringy or fibrous as they look.
These are the remainder of last year's lambs. We drenched them last week and put them in this lush paddock to eat as much as they can for the last two or three weeks of their lives, before they get put on a truck to go to the works.
We have been meaning to reduce the sheep numbers for a long time, but kept being left with too many lambs we couldn't sell. This year we've been a lot more organised than usual and we'll only keep a couple to eat later in the year. I'll probably let my last orphan stay, too, since I'm a softie. I accidentally sent the previous one off on the truck at the end of last year! The last few hand-reared lambs have dissolved into the mass of saved lambs in my mind, so that I couldn't actually even remember the circumstances in which I'd rescued that one. How awful, to be the umpteenth child, forgotten by your own 'mother'.
Thursday the 12th
Stephan spent the afternoon tidying his collection of old fencing materials, searching for these ...
... old Totara fence posts which might be suitable for wood-turning.
Here's the wood lathe set-up in the workshop.
These little Light Sussex chicks now look like miniature adults. They are about one third of their expected adult size.
Friday the 13th
This is a favourite "dust bath" location. Potting mix is nicely loose for flicking through feathers to help control lice, but such activity doesn't do much for the plants! The proper occupant of this pot is long gone.