In spite of the lack of rainfall, dire predictions of global warming, drought and various types of pestilence waiting to fall on our poor old heads, what an absolutely marvelous season we are having, so let’s give praise and enjoy all our blessings.
The old Blackmore Vale clay cursed and reviled all the winter, turns up trumps when it really matters and grows us loads of lovely grass and fodder when drier, easier working soils have given up.
Silaging is going well as I write and the hay crop looks promising. When the cattle’s victuals are in the clamp and bale we can then relax – a little bit.
We have finished lambing, a very good crop indeed, the first new seasons lamb is in the shop – and going out again just as fast.
The last few cows to calve are still in the barn. Lagan Ladyship, who looked as if she was carrying quads, just got busy and produced a strong looking calf. What sex it is I cannot tell you, since she fixes me with a long cold stare, shakes her head, stamps her foot and clearly tells me to keep my distance. She’s bigger than me, so I think I will!
More drama again this morning – the little Kerry Bog Pony mare “Bessie” decided she was not going to foal in our carefully prepared foaling box, she was going to sneak off behind the hedge when we put her out in the field, and have it there. Whereupon the two other ponies decided to try and steal the foal for themselves to save themselves the bother of producing their own.
So confronted with a distraught mum, a thoroughly confused little filly foal and a stupid stallion trying to help, a certain amount of sorting out was needed. All’s well that ends well however, but isn’t it amazing how useless the males of all species are at times like these.
The Italian P.O.W.’s who worked at Park Farm after the war made several items in stone and concrete, one of which was a fountain. We bought it up here when we moved and at last it is now working as originally intended. It’s an awful timewaster outside my office window, so fascinating to watch all the different birds drinking and bathing in it. The starlings have a communal dip, as do the sparrows, but the little goldfinches are quite dignified and the wagtails are quite hilarious, their enjoyment is so obvious.
Hope you can all enjoy this wonderful summer to the full.
Sheila.









