I would have been glad to have lived under my wood side, and to have kept a flock of sheep, rather than to have undertaken this government.
I wonder what Boris thinks of that sentiment at the moment……..
We have in fact been quite busy with our sheep the last couple of weeks. We decided last autumn not to put the ewes to the ram. Neither of us have been in the best of health and lambing is heavy physical work on occasion. After my riding accident last year I would be unable to catch or turn one of our big heavy ewes. However, the other Sunday morning we awoke to discover Lucy, our wicked escape artist, in the paddock with twin lambs! The outcome of her last disappearing act in February! Luckily she had managed all by herself despite her very senior years and she seems to have plenty of milk. We thought she was just very fat like the rest of the flock.
Then, thankfully, last Monday our young neighbour, as prearranged, arrived to shear the sheep (with-in social distancing guidance) . (No farmhouse tea after his hard work I’m afraid). The sheep also required their feet trimming and backs spraying with fly deterrent. The poor old things had been so itchy and uncomfortable in the early hot weather and there is always the risk of “fly strike” when it starts to get hot and humid. If the flies lay eggs in the sheep’s fleece the hatched out maggots can literally eat the sheep alive if not removed. The risks of flies are obviously higher with thick, damp or dirty fleece.
Be nice if we could get haircuts but that’s going to have to wait for a bit yet…….