It’s a glamorous life. I wonder how many hours of my life I spend caked in mud and covered in shit. All those times that I’ve heard people say I have the best job in the world, sometimes they’re right, sometimes it looks like this.
As the nights get longer and colder I say goodbye to my favourite time of year again. Much as I love frosty mornings and a wee bit of snow the bales of straw in the fields and turning leaves on the trees are a bit of a balm for my Summer weary soul.
Fallen leaves and frosty mornings mean I’ll be putting skinny bike away for the Winter, maybe, just maybe I’ll get it scrubbed up and serviced before getting back in the saddle.
How many photos can I take of a cat sitting on a pile of poo? Answer: loads and worryingly this was the best of them. I can only imagine why Ace chose to sit there.
It’s not often now that I think aww that’s cute, but even I have to concede that this is adorable.
Dora, looking gorgeous, minus her fly rug for a bit while it is repaired.
A Common Hawker dragonfly, probably the closest ive ever been to one.
Its not every day that rabbits lay eggs, I’m impressed
I have spent a fair amount of time this week riding my bike off the beaten track admiring the last flush of summer greenery, all too soon it’ll be a different story.
I have searched through my archives and I cannot find a picture of the little Shetland that this wool came from originally. I am pleased with it nonetheless. Its funny how I have wandered in and out of this blog but haven’t felt able to share. After indulging in password wars though here I am.
Perhaps I haven’t felt able to share here because I already share tiny facets of myself in other places, no word limit makes it easy to overshare and I’m wary of that. No one needs my crap, not even me :).
But why not use this place to share a little more.
Some of it is bound to be worth it eventually.
So this is the baby Highland cow I help look after. She doesn’t have a name yet. I am partial to a Highland, I love their attitude, the fact that they are cute and fluffy but have hooligan tendencies personality disorders
I don’t see much of the bovines normally someone else usually deals with them but it was my turn today.
Our milking Jersey cows are such sweethearts. Lovely natures. Although in this photo they are probably annoyed because i’m supposed to be feeding them not taking photos.
This is our little collection of breeding ewes and our tup. On the left is Dolly the Jacob. Then our Hebridean, the Texel and Ryeland. Our tup (ram) is the big white one lurking at the back.
Patsy is a Shetland/Hebridean cross. Once upon a time she was a bottle fed lamb but now she’s very independent.
I’m including a picture of the Billy Goat against my better judgement, he’s not an attractive animal. He doesn’t have a lovely nature and a sweet disposition. He’s a dirty, smelly, grumpy monster. He’s a billy, that’s kind of what he’s for. I know its not a great picture but nothing i did would make him photogenic.
So i’m hoping that i can get my head around this blogging business. Not easy for a technodunce like me. I suppose my intention is to share my love of all things weird and woolly and photos of the animals and outdoors that i love. There may be forays into the tribulations if parenthood but that’s only because they insist on having such a big impact on my life.
Pretty frosted berries. No idea what they’re called.
I love a clear sunny winter morning. Sunshine i can enjoy without collapsing in a sweaty overcooked heap.