I'm sitting here quietly melting and stinging rather, as I have been out waging war on the brambles and nettles, which were retaliating viciously (aided and abetted by the dreaded horsefly.)I also have a war wound where I managed to stab myself with a screwdriver trying to put very large strimmer cable on the strimmer. Does the job though, I wouldn't like to see what it would do on flesh.
Our final tally on Sundays' chick front was six, which makes a total of 13 running around in varying sizes. I'd love to know how many are cockerells and therefore destined for the pot, but I have only seen two squaring up so far.
I'm going to see a woman on Sunday who breeds cul noir piglets, perhaps with the intention of bringing a couple home if I have everything organised by then.
Our friend Keith is desperate to have a pig, but has no land, so I said he could have one here and we would get one too. I have seen the pictures of the litter and had to stop myself going "oh - that one looks cute!', which would be a disasterous start.
I must learn not to get attached. If I do give it a name it is going to be Rasher, as that will be where it is headed.
It still seems very quiet without Tam. Someone told me that normally if a kitten makes it to over a year old he will hopefully be streetwise and not too daft. Tam must have just been approaching that. So sad.
It is quite warm here, but there is quite a lot of cloud to give it a break. Wish we had room for animals, BUT with 6 months here and 6 months in the UK it would not be practical anyway. Yes those
ReplyDeletetaon really bite hard, one must have got under my shirt and bit me in a very tender spot!! Diane
Watching out for a little animal that is no more is something that goes on for ages, I find...walking round somewhere they liked to lie in the sun to avoid disturbing them...things like that.
ReplyDeleteOuch Diane!! I feel your pain ;) my stinging sensation has only just started to ease after a few glasses of vino!
ReplyDeleteHelen - you are so right. I miss him so much.