Back in September of last year we had to leave the smallholding we were renting and move back to our house in the village. To begin with we found this hard, as we did not leave by choice, leaving all the things we had worked on over the past ten years. Taste of Belvoir was changing….
Our own little Ivy Cottage had been rented out all this time to various families who had made it their home. So it was strange to come back knowing that other people had lived there, making their mark on the place. Slowly over the past few months we have been getting familiar again with its quirky rooms and remembering how excited we were when first moved up to the lovely vale of Belvoir from busy Brighton. The garden had largely been ignored and was overgrown and neglected. Plants had died and nothing had been pruned so shrubs, hedges and trees were straggly and desparate for a ‘good haircut’. So slowly over the past few months we have been making new plans, and starting to look forward to the future.
Its now 5.30am and I have just returned from the twice nightly inspection of Phoebe who is expecting her first calf. The firsts are always a worry as the the young heifers seem a bit confused as to what to do with the wet bundle that suddenly appeared amongst all the pain. Some take to their new babe licking and making motherly noises at the same time. Others retreat to the corner wonder what they should do next….generally speaking as a native breed, Dexters do just fine. Even so, the twice nightly visits will continue…
Ive just come in and made a pot of tea…woken himself up who will do the next visit….Phoebe back in the summer
Im off outside to fill up the log basket, walk the dogs, put some food out for the birds, check to see if the chickens have been blown into the next county, cheer up Draco with a couple carrots (hes sulking, he hates the wet and there are no new cows for him). Then I will check to see if the downpipes to our huge water containers are filling up and tie them back into place if the wind has moved them. Then I will make sure that none of my pregnant ewes are stuck on their rather fat backsides, make sure that the piglets and mum Peggy are tucked up with plenty of straw, take some more hay out to the last of my lambs (last years that is) dig up some leeks and spinach for tea. I might be some time!
Stephs looking like someone from the cast of the Hobbit
Littlest berkshire weaners died today, not so good. He really struggled from the start. On a brighter note his siblings all came outside for the first time today. Weather still cold not inspired to go outside…