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Betty goes broody

A few weeks ago, Betty one of our Orpington hens went broody.  She stayed in the nest box all day ruffling up her feathers and pecking any hens that came too close.  We pondered what to do, we don’t have a cockerel anymore so we’d either have to provide her with hatching eggs to sit on, or, take her off the brood.  A broody hen sitting on infertile eggs isn’t a good situation, they lose condition quickly as they’ll stay on the nest for weeks waiting for their eggs to hatch, which of course they never do.  We’d have to make our minds up soon so we had a cup of tea which is always helpful.   After mulling things over we decided to give Betty a chance to be a mother hen and get her some hatching eggs.  As a bonus, it would be good to increase our flock.  Fingers crossed we’d get some girl chicks.

Betty’s nursery coop and run

So we set up a nursery coop with a run attached in the orchard.  This would give Betty some alone-time while she sat on her nest.  The other hens would be around but wouldn’t be able to get to her.  Hens can get funny with a broody lady in the flock and we didn’t want Betty to be stressed out while sitting on her eggs.

The best time to move a broody hen is at night when they’re dopey.  So we waited until dark which meant it was a late night for us as it doesn’t get dark here in Scotland until nearly midnight (in the summer at least).  As night fell we tiptoed out and carefully extracted Betty from the main coop, plus one of her eggs, and without too much ado we popped her into the nursery coop.  Phew, phase one complete.

The following morning we checked up on her and discovered Betty had moved from the nest box and was sitting in the roosting area looking pleased as punch.  She’d also managed to roll her egg across which miraculously hadn’t broken.

Betty and chick

Obviously the roosting area wasn’t an ideal place to nest but we wondered if Betty felt more comfortable there.  She’s a big girl and we thought perhaps she had decided the nest box was too small.  So we went with Betty’s decision but would need to put some nesting material down for her if we were going to give her hatching eggs to sit on.  Only one problem, we didn’t want to disturb her as she’d already had one disturbance with the move.  After some pondering we decided to wait until she popped out for food and quickly nip in then and put down the nesting material.  This window of opportunity was very small however as broody hens only come off their nests for about ten minutes a day, and only then if it’s warm enough to leave their eggs.

Unfortunately it rained the whole of the following day and Betty didn’t move from her nest once so our plan was scuppered.  It looked like we’d be having another late night …

That evening, once again we tiptoed out into the orchard, carefully opened the coop door and lifted Betty out.  At the same time we slid a nesting pad in place in the roosting area, and last but not least Betty and her egg.  Phew, phase two complete.

When we peeked in the following morning we were relieved to find Betty sitting happily in the roosting area on her new nest.  Now all we needed were some hatching eggs, so we contacted the farm where Betty and her siblings had come from as eggs three years ago and arranged to collect six eggs that evening.

Much as we wanted to give Betty her eggs right away, we waited a couple of days to make sure she was well and truly settled on her nest.  Two days later things were looking good so that evening we once again tiptoed out into the orchard.  We opened the coop door, carefully lifted Betty up and gently placed the eggs under her.  She was dopey enough not to be too bothered and settled down again quickly, phew,  phase three complete.

Eggs take three weeks to hatch so with everything now in place it would be a matter of waiting for nature to take its course.

Betty showing her chick how to feed

But Betty had other ideas.  A couple of days after “operation egg” while Betty was in the run having some strawberries, I peeked into the coop to make sure everything was looking alright.  To my surprise I realised she had moved back to the nest box (the original nesting area).  She’d taken four of her eggs with her and left two in the roosting area.  The four eggs she had moved were warm to the touch indicating that she was now sitting in the nest box.  My first thought was to move the other two eggs into the nest box nest too, but I stopped and had a quick chat with myself.  One thing we’ve learned having animals is to think carefully before intervening in these sorts of situations.  More times than not the human way of doing things isn’t the best.  I thought Betty must have her reasons for moving back into the nest box.  Messing about with her egg arrangement might stress her out and the last thing I wanted was for her to abandon the nest altogether.  So I decided to leave things as they were and thought if only one or two chicks hatched that would be lovely because we hadn’t planned to have any at all this year.

Over the following couple of weeks Betty settled into a routine.  She popped out for ten minutes or so a day to eat while making her broody clucking sounds.  If we spotted her out we gave her some strawberries which she gobbled up.  Thankfully she didn’t move nest again.

The day before Betty was due to hatch she didn’t come out to eat and stayed in the coop all day.  This is normal behaviour, hens stay in the coop because hatching takes several hours.  The first time you know there are chicks is usually when you hear tiny “cheep cheep” sounds coming from the nest.

We left her to it and got on with other things.  The following morning I snuck out and put my ear to the coop and heard a tiny “cheep cheep”, Betty had had chicks!  Later that morning she emerged looking proud as can be, with one little orange and brown chick.  I wondered if there were others so I carefully opened the coop door and peeked in.  Sadly there weren’t, one chick had died hatching, two eggs had disappeared and two hadn’t hatched.  It was a bitter sweet moment, but at least Betty had one chick and she was over joyed.

Betty and chick with the other hens

Over the next couple of days we watched Betty and her chick.  The chick enjoyed climbing on Betty’s back and hiding in amongst her feathers.  Betty showed her how to feed and drink.  They spent a lot of time snoozing, the chick tucked under Betty’s wing.  Betty cooed non-stop and her chick replied “cheep cheep”, it was adorable watching them.

Betty sitting with chick tucked under her

After three days in the nursery run we opened the door to give them access to the wider area.  Betty needed space to stretch her legs and have a dust bath.  It’s tempting to keep chicks cooped up but we have never done this.  We’ve found it’s better for the mum and the development of the chicks to be out with the other hens learning the ways of the world.  Chicks learn fast and are very adept at running under their mum’s wings at the first sign of danger.  This said, we did spend the whole day watching them.  This was mainly to make sure the other hens behaved themselves.  Happily Betty’s broody hormones kept the other hens at a respectful distance and there was minimal fuss.  In the evening we put Betty and her chick back in the nursery coop where they would be sleeping for the next few weeks.

The next morning we let them out again.  The other hens mooched off to the lambing shed and Betty and her chick stayed in the orchard.  It was a lovely day and I picked some blueberries from a bush in the garden, squished them up in my fingers and gave them to Betty who fed tiny pieces to her chick.   I watched them for a while and took some photos.  Then I nipped indoors to get something.  When I came out again Betty was sitting in the wooden shelter.  I had a strange feeling something was wrong, there was something about Betty that didn’t look right.  A hen sitting on a chick looks slightly different from a hen just sitting.  I lifted her up and my heart sank, there was no chick under her.  I looked around but there was no sign of our little chick.  I ran indoors and called Adrian and we both searched high and low.  Every young bird tweeting, every leaf and fallen apple gave us false hope.  But in the end there was nothing, no chick, no sign, just Betty and us looking and finding nothing.

Betty’s hormones stayed with her for another week.  In the evenings when we scattered corn Betty still made clucking sounds and pushed corn around with her beak.  But now she is back to her old self.  Animals get over things quickly, at least they appear to.  We will never know what happened to Betty’s chick.  Perhaps a crow swooped in and took her, but it could equally have been a sparrow hawk or a stoat, there are predators all around us.  In the meantime life goes on and we will always have precious memories of Betty’s wee chick for the short time she was with us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Vera and her photosensitivity

A few years ago, one of our sheep (the lovely Vera) developed an allergy to sunlight.  At first we weren’t sure what was causing her skin flare ups, but after careful monitoring and a couple of vet visits it transpired that she had become photosensitive.

Angelica seed head

The most likely cause of photosensitivity – in Vera’s case at least – was probably a plant she had eaten.  The three main phototoxic plants in our part of the world are St John’s Wort, Bog Asphodel, or one of the umbelliferous plants containing “furanocoumarins” such as  Hogweed or Angelica.

As we don’t have St John’s Wort or Bog Asphodel we thought the most likely culprit was Angelica.  We have plenty of it on our pastures, it grows in damp shade which we have plenty of as well.  Similar-looking to Cow Parsely, Angelica is an elegant plant with a long tap root and clouds of tiny white flowers atop a tall stem.

a young Angelica plant

So I came up with a plan to dig it out.  After a scoot around I noticed it grew in clumps in three of our fields, all very localised.  I estimated it would probably take me a week of digging for a couple of hours a day.

Unfortunately, as with many great plans, the reality turned out to be a little different.  As I started digging I discovered I’d wildly underestimated the amount of Angelica we had.  Not only that, Angelica has an enormous tap root.  Digging out each plant was a major operation and just removing one plant took absolutely ages.  To boot, I had to remove the entire root system and take care not to leave any fragments in the soil – pretty much impossible given the size of it.  Angelica is one of those clever plants which can regenerate from even the teeniest piece of root, rather like Dandelion or Ground Elder.

After two days of digging and some colourful language I didn’t know I knew, I admitted defeat.  Slightly miffed because I’m not one to give up easily, I trudged back to the house with my spade.  A thought occurred to me as I walked across the fields, perhaps there was no point in removing the Angelica.  I wasn’t 100% sure, but I had a feeling that once you developed photosensitivity you had it for life.  I put that thought on the backburner.  In hindsight I should have pursued this further but isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing?   Once back at the house I put the kettle on at the sound of which Adrian popped out of his study and we had a chat.  We didn’t have a ‘Plan B’ so we decided all we could do was monitor Vera and see if she improved once the summer fizzled out.  Thankfully this is exactly what happened – as autumn blew in, Vera’s “itchies” became a distant memory.

But, the following summer, round about the middle of May, Vera’s “itchies” returned.  She had good days and not so good days depending on how sunny it was.  On cloudy days she trundled around grazing with the flock.  But on sunny days she hid in one of the field shelters we have dotted around.  We took to giving her daily check-ups and applied udder-cream to her un-woolled parts, mainly the backs of her legs, ears and bottom which she seemed to enjoy.  If she was especially itchy we gave her a steroid.  In June when it came round to shearing we decided not to have her done with the rest of the flock.  Instead I carefully removed her fleece myself using hand-shears so I could leave a covering of wool on her to protect her from the sun.   We also took into account her mood.  Vera’s a placid sheep and isn’t phased by much, even on bad days she remained in good spirits.  She took to “baa’ing” if she spotted us coming into the field with her pot of udder cream as if to say ‘Cooeee! I’m over here!’  But all the while in the backs of our minds we knew there might be a day when we’d have to make a difficult decision.  Thankfully that never happened, perhaps because the summers here in SW Scotland aren’t too hot and are relatively short, so we carried on taking care of Vera in this manner summer after summer.

a warm sunny spring

This year however something made us stop and think.  We had the hottest spring on record; six weeks of unbroken sunshine and soaring temperatures.  But strangely, Vera was absolutely fine, trundling around with the flock, no hiding away in shelters and no ‘itchies’.  We had always assumed that Vera was permanently photo-sensitive, end of story.  But now it occurred to us that perhaps she was only photosensitive while she had access to Angelica.

sheep netting

I promptly went down a google rabbit hole where I discovered that photosensitivity isn’t necessarily permanent.  In most cases it is only temporary and resolves once the offending plant is removed.  Inspired, I whizzed over to the fields to see if there was any Angelica growing.  It was mid-April and I was pretty sure it didn’t get going until May.  I inspected the damp areas it usually grew in and sure enough there were only a few young plants starting to show through.  What with the abundant grass everywhere there was a good chance Vera hadn’t been down to the damp areas and scoffed any naughty plants yet.  I didn’t want to get my hopes up but it was looking like her photosensitivity might not be as permanent as we’d thought.

But what to do about the Angelica?  Attempting to dig it out again would be depressingly reminiscent of Groundhog Day.  There were clumps of it in three of our fields where otherwise there’s excellent grazing.  We couldn’t  just shut the gates and deny our sheep all that pasture.  I thought about cracking open some Glyphosate but I’m not keen on chemicals, plus Angelica likes to grow in soggy soil and I didn’t like the idea of spraying near water.  I also reckoned Angelica would need more than one squirt as it’s a pretty vigorous plant.  So I had a cup of tea which is always helpful at times like this.  Fortunately a few minutes into my cuppa inspiration hit, I would put up some temporary fencing.  Sheep netting in other words!

After rummaging in the shed getting covered in cobwebs I finally located some rolls of sheep netting.  After a couple of mornings’ work putting netting around the offending plants it was time time to say ‘job done’!

We are now into June and so far Vera hasn’t had any ‘itchies’.  We don’t want to count our chickens, but we are quietly hopeful that Vera might have an easier time of it this summer.

 

 

 

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Probiotics for Witchy

fresh spring grass

Our sheep love nothing better than the springtime when they come off hay and move onto fresh, juicy grass.  Perhaps it’s the excitement of being back on grass after months of hay, or perhaps its their digestive systems re-adjusting or both, but all that fresh forage means some of our teddy bears get messy bottoms at this time of the year.

Thankfully the messy bottom situation only lasts a couple of weeks until the little darlings get used to grass again.  However, one of our teddies, Witchy, gets a messy bottom all through the spring and summer.  She’s been like this ever since she was a lamb and regularly trimming the wool around her backside is one my summer jobs.  A messy bottom is a magnet for flies, particularly the blowfly which can cause flystrike, a potentially deadly situation for our woolly friends.

Although Witchy is a perky little sheep with the neatest bikini line in the flock, we do worry that with her scouring she might not be absorbing nutrients as well as she should be.  Every so often we check her inner eyelids for signs of anemia and we frequently condition-score her to make sure she’s not under weight.

We’ve often wondered why Witchy is so prone to scours.  When she was a lamb we gave her antibiotics to save her life so it could be her gut microbiome never fully recovered.  Over the years we’ve given Witchy various probiotic powders as well as kaolin powder.  But nothing has made any difference.

Then, a couple of years ago I was googling ‘sheep gut health’ and I found an interesting article about something called ‘cud transfaunation’.  This is where you take a wodge of cud from a healthy sheep (along with zillions of healthy gut bacteria), and pop it into the mouth of your poorly sheep (or in this case Witchy).  The idea being that the healthy bacteria recolonise in the gut of the recipient sheep.  I couldn’t wait to try this, you can read about it here.  Unfortunately though, my efforts didn’t pay off, when spring came round, Witchy’s bottom was back to her default setting.

Witchy enjoying her alfalfa-beet supplement

Last year, I decided to put Witchy on alfalfa-beet supplements (the same as her OAP friends get).  She’s not quite an OAP yet, but I thought that as she entered the autumn of her life she would benefit from some extra nutrition.  The result being Witchy has been in ‘the green bucket club’ for just over a year now and has done very well on it.

Witchy much too thin

This spring however she came out of winter looking quite skinny despite her daily buckets.  As the grass was coming through we monitored her for a few weeks hoping she’d put on weight naturally, but she didn’t.  We upped her bucket rations and added in chopped up apples and carrots which she gobbled up happily.  But although perky, she still didn’t put on any weight.  We were flummoxed.  There had to be something else going on.  The three things which sprang to mind were:  Johne’s disease, worms and fluke.  We parked the Johne’s thought temporarily and pondered worms and fluke.  Older sheep shouldn’t need regular worming (as long as they’re not in-lamb), they build natural resistance to worms as they age.  But with Witchy not being the thriftiest of sheep there was a chance she’d contracted worms over the winter.  Fluke was a possibility too as unfortunately sheep don’t build resistance to fluke ever.

I called the vet to double check and they agreed that worming and fluking her would be a good idea.  A few minutes later I was in the car whizzing off to the vet’s to collect the various potions.

As soon as I got home I kidnapped Adrian for half an hour.  I wanted Adrian to hold Witchy steady while I gave her her meds.  I didn’t want to spill any of her precious medicine because I only had the exact doses and no more.  Miraculously we got everything down her with zero spillages, hooray!

Wtichy (left) grazing with new sense of purpose

Wormers are fast acting and sure enough the following day Witchy was looking brighter.  She spent the day busily grazing with a new sense of purpose.  Within a few days she had already started to fill out a little bit.

Inspired by Witchy I also had a new sense of purpose, I decided to revisit ‘sheep gut health’.  Truth be told I wasn’t keen on the idea of having to worm her regularly.  Pouring meds down her throat wasn’t getting to the root of the problem, I decided this was going to be the year I would sort out her digestive issue once and for all.

My plan was to rope in the vet to help me do another cud transfaunation.  I had a niggling feeling I hadn’t got enough cud from my doner sheep the last time I tried it, probably owing to the risk of losing fingers in the process.  But when I presented my idea to the vet she suggested an easier option; ‘Yakult’.  Apparently calves do well on it so there was a good chance it would work for sheep.  I was pretty sure I’d already tried Witchy on Yakult and it hadn’t made any difference.  But I thought I might as well give it another go.  I wondered how much I should buy so before leaving for the shops so I quickly googled ‘how long should I take Yakult for?’.  And bingo!!  This mini google while I was half way out the door turned out to be one of those eureka moments …

What I discovered was that you should take probiotics for a good few weeks, not just the once, especially if you have a microbiome imbalance that needs correcting. This was a light bulb moment for me because in the past I’d only ever given Witchy just the one dose of probiotics.  But (and this now makes perfect sense to me) you have to give the healthy gut bacteria time to recolonise which obviously takes a few weeks of regular dosing.

Armed with this new knowledge I bought a couple of week’s worth of Yakult and then had a little fridge re-shuffle to make room for it.

Witchy’s miracle poo

Witchy has been on Yakult now for a couple weeks and is doing amazingly well.  She has a 65 ml bottle every day.  After only a few days I witnessed a miracle, Witchy popped out a perfectly formed specimen made up of little pellets, hooray!

Witchy is continuing to blossom and her bottom is now always perfectly clean (which we still can’t quite believe).  But most unexpectedly of all, she seems to have a new air about her, she’s much calmer and will happily stand and daydream while we give her gentle back scratches.  In the past she was always on the skittish side.  This is no longer the case at all.  Her whole demeanour has shifted to one of a more relaxed and mellow sheep.  I believe there’s a lot of truth in what they say about a healthy gut microbiome positively affecting your mood because Witchy is testament to that.

 

 

 

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Nutritional boost for our elderly sheep – an update

Last April we noticed some of our elderly sheep (the 12 year olds) had come out of winter looking a bit slimmer than we liked.  So after a bit of research we came up with a plan – daily buckets containing a mixture of soaked alfalfa-beet and meadow grass pellets.

This is our first experience with looking after elderly sheep so we didn’t know if the supplement would make much of a difference nor how long it would take before we would see results.

Sparkle (left) much more roly poly than last spring

We needn’t have worried, within about six weeks our three skinny girls began to blossom and put on condition.  We were thrilled with the results, especially with Sparkle whose natural body shape has always been on the roly poly side.

All through the spring we continued giving the girls their daily rations.  In fact we ended up adding three more ladies to the ‘green bucket club’.

Contrary to what people think, sheep are really intelligent.  At first the whole flock would come running over at the sight of me and my buckets.  But within a couple of weeks this dwindled down to just the odd cheeky teddy bear trying her luck.  This made life a lot easier.  Soon the flock learned who got a bucket and who didn’t and the only barging that went on was between the six elderly ladies themselves thinking their neighbour’s bucket was tastier than their own.

We meant to wean the girls off their buckets by mid-summer or once they’d gained condition, but somehow, not sure how it happened truth be told, we carried on giving them their buckets all through the summer into the autumn, and then into the winter.

Now we’re into April again and the six girls have come through winter with barely any loss of condition, hooray!

Star looking well again 🙂

On a side note, we are extra pleased we’ve found this supplement because we had a poorly sheep last week.  Star, is one of ‘the oldies’ but has always been a robust sheep and not yet a member of the ‘green bucket club’.  She had separated herself off from the flock (not a good sign), and was standing in the shed with her head down (definitely not a good sign).  We rang the vet for advice but in the meanwhile we gave her some soaked alfa-beet with chopped carrot to spark up her appetite.  Three days later and she is back with the flock happy as Larry.  We’re not sure what was wrong with Star, nor if she would have made a recovery without the supplement but it’s a comfort to know the sheep enjoy it even when they’re not feeling very well and have little appetite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moving our muck heap

Running a smallholding seems to involve a lot of muck shovelling.  Especially during the winter when the little darlings spend much of their time mooching around the shed, the paddock and the hay feeders.

cleaning up the paddock
shed clean and tidy

With the increase in hoof-fall, these areas soon become very mucky.  So, every afternoon I pull on my gloves, my wellies and my dungarees, get my bucket and rake and have a good clean up.  I collect the dung from the shed and the area around the feeders.  Then I scoop up any large deposits left around the paddock.  Finally, I scatter bedding down around the shed and the feeders.

This is all quite labour intensive, but I do it willingly because there are loads of positives.

Obviously, there’s the welfare factor in keeping the sheep areas clean.  The sheep don’t enjoy trudging through muck any more than we do.  But over the years we’ve found that (in particular) keeping the area around the hay feeders clean has resulted in our teddy bears having hardly any foot rot.  No more limping and no Alamycin jabs, hooray!  When we started out as smallholders we often had foot problems during the winter.  We thought that was just how it was with sheep, but we can really see the difference now.

our lovely muck heap

The other positive is that garden is happy.  We have a large heap of manure in the corner of the garden absolutely bursting full of worms.  The roses and veggies can’t get enough of it and it’s really satisfying knowing we can feed the garden ‘for free’.

Last year however the badgers got lucky and found the muck heap.  For the last few months they’ve been making regular nightly visits to the ‘worm buffet’ and having a lovely time, scattering manure in all directions.  On several occasions on the morning dog walk we’ve even spotted a badger curled up in the shed next to the heap snatching forty winks after late night shenanigans.

In the autumn we decided enough was enough and we made the painful decision to move the heap.  We were fed up with cleaning up after the badgers.  Furthermore, they were decimating our precious compost worms.  Given the size of the heap and that we had more than enough for our own uses we decided to create a communal heap half a mile down the track which our neighbours could use too.

muck heap on the move

So we hitched up the trailer and made several journeys back and forth from the old heap to the new.  But no matter how many trips we made the original heap still seemed enormous.

Next, Adrian set up two large compost bins next to the veggie patch.  Several trailer loads later we’d filled the bins but still the pile of manure loomed.

Not to be deterred, we mulched the polytunnel and the veggie patch which took another couple of weekends and several more trailer loads.

roses mulched

Last weekend we rolled up our sleeves and mulched along the track where we have 30 hungry roses.  We piled it on thick, not just to keep the roses happy, but to smother the grass and weeds growing up around them.

muck heap looking a bit smaller

At long last and about six months after starting this mammoth task, we’ve made a dent in the heap.  It’s about half as big as it was originally, but the best news is that with all the disruption, the badgers have decided to go and party elsewhere!

 

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A diary update by Elliott – Anatolian Shepherd dog – morning walk in the snow –

It’s a while since I put paw to paper, you can read my last story here:

A few days ago something brilliant happened, the outside world turned white and the ground turned crunchy.  Us dogs, we have two worlds; the outside world where we go on patrol and run about.  And the inside world where we eat and sleep.  As a dog I’m good at noticing things.  I’ve noticed the white crunchy thing only happens in the outside world.

Today, George (my dog-brother) and I couldn’t wait to go outside and explore the white crunchy world.

Morning is our favourite time for going out.  In the morning the outside world is full of smells.  But before we can go out we have to ‘sit’ and ‘wait’ in a place called ‘the porch’.  The ‘porch’ is the bit between the inside world and the outside world.  In the porch the girl human puts on our collars, ‘clip, clip’.  Then she makes us wear funny looking glowing collars.  I have an orange one and George has a blue one.  I’ve noticed she only puts these on when it’s dark in the outside world.

George and I can’t wait to get going, we are nearly beside ourselves.  But we know better than to let our girl human know this.  We pretend to be cool as cucumbers.

At last, the door opens and we follow the girl human into the outside world.  Our girl human keeps walking but George and I stand on the doorstep sniffing and looking.  We do this every time we go out.  We sniff and scan.  It’s our job to know what’s going on before deciding what to do next.

myself doing a roly poly

This morning the smells were different .  My nose got excited and started to twitch.  My legs felt springy like they do before a zoomie.

Suddenly George and I found ourselves on what the humans call ‘the lawn’.  Normally the lawn is green.  Today it was white and crunchy under paw.

George and I found ourselves skidaddling about.   We couldn’t help it.  The white stuff makes us feel like puppies again.  I’m a grown-up dog now with responsibilities.  But the white stuff calls and makes me do roly-polies and zoomies.  George is even older than me but he tells me the same thing happens to him.

We both had a brilliant time rolling around.  I noticed our girl human didn’t join in.  She just watched us and smiled.

Then we remembered our morning jobs.

myself investigating the compost heap

Firstly we headed to the compost heap to sniff out the smells.  But there were no smells there today.  Normally it is full of smells to investigate.  Sometimes I’m lucky and can reach in and have a proper sniff around when my humans aren’t looking.  My legs are very long which is handy for things like this.  But overnight the compost heap had turned white and all the fun things in it had disappeared.  So we aborted mission and headed off to the muck heap.  Lately George and I have noticed lots of badger activity at the muck heap.  They make a right mess of things, scattering dung left right and centre.  George and I would get a ticking off if we did that.  The badgers get away with murder.

myself waiting at the gate

After our morning jobs we found ourselves at the gate at the end of the track.  I like ‘the gate’, it is the bit between ‘the garden’ and ‘the fields’.  The ‘fields’ are where our friends the sheep live.

our friends the sheep

 

myself and George in the field

In the field George and I did roly polys and zoomies all the way to the next place on our morning walk; ‘the woods’.

the woods

We go to ‘the woods’ every morning and sniff out what’s been going on there during the night.  it is part of what we do every day.  Our humans call it ‘a routine’.   Us dogs, we like ‘a routine’.  In the woods the smells and sounds are different to the fields.  Deep in the woods we heard a funny sound from high up.  It sounded like:  “twit, wit woooooo”.  The girl human stood still, pricked her ears up and listened closely.  I have noticed that even though she is a human, she is quite similar to a dog at times.

After a while we found ourselves back at the gate and George and I remembered our next activity was just around the corner; breakfast.  Breakfast is one of our favourite things, especially after a morning zooming about in the snow!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s hay time again!

Now we’re a month into winter we’ve moved the little darlings onto hay again.  Although there’s still grass on the hills and the flock trundle round grazing, the grass lacks nutritional content and isn’t sweet and tasty like it is in the summer.

For the last few winters we’ve been really lucky getting in small square bales of hay which are perfect for smallholdings.  They’re easy to store and carry around, much more so than the huge round bales that large farms use.  The huge round bales are only moveable by tractor and we don’t have a tractor.  (Well, we used to have one and it was useful when we had cows, but since we sold the cows we stopped using the tractor so we sold it).

filling dumpy bags with hay from big bales

This year however we hit a problem.  At the beginning of October, feeling very organised I pinged an email to our suppliers to arrange our first load of bales for November.  Only to be told that they’re no longer doing small bales, yikes!

I clicked into action.  There aren’t many smallholdings around here and not much call for small bales, but there are plenty of horses and horse owners like small bales too.  I phoned my friend who keeps a horse in the next village.  She gave me a number for her hay chap, but sadly his hay was all tied up and he didn’t have enough for us.  Next, I jumped in the car and whizzed over to our local agricultural store.  They’re a great mine of information and I was sure they’d know someone who did small bales.  Sure enough I came away with a phone number of a chap who was setting up a hay operation and potentially did small bales.  Unfortunately, it turned out he wasn’t going to be ready until next winter, darn!  I made several more phone calls – but no joy.  Finally, scraping the barrel I did some facebook searches and found a supplier in Cumbria who looked hopeful, they had a barn-full of soft meadow hay, perfect for sheep – until I calculated how much in fuel it would cost for me to go and collect, eek!  Time was running out and I needed to get something fixed up soon.

topping up feeders

In moments like this a cup of tea is always helpful.  Sure enough, halfway through my cuppa an idea started to form.  As things were looking, it was either big round bales or no bales at all.  Handling big bales is pretty much impossible without a tractor, however, I wondered if there was a way we could roll them into our shed if we got them delivered right next to the shed entrance.  It would only be a few feet and the shed was slightly downhill.  The only fly in the ointment was that the bales would need to be stored on pallets to keep them off the ground.  I wondered if we would manage to get them onto the pallets or whether that would be a step too far.  I ran my idea by Adrian and he said we should go for it, basically, we had little choice.

So I ordered three big bales and they arrived on a drizzly day.  What with Adrian stuck at his desk doing his day job we wouldn’t be able to move them until later in the evening, so I rummaged about in the shed to find a tarp big enough to cover them and somehow managed to drape it over the bales to keep the rain off.

Later that evening we rolled up our sleeves and with a bit of pushing, shoving and the odd naughty word, by a minor miracle, we got our three bales into the shed, yay!

Now the only thing left to do would be to decant the hay from the big bales into user-friendly portions to allow me to transport them to the paddock where the feeders are set up.

Back in September, Adrian built a nifty little shed in the paddock, just big enough to store a week’s worth of hay.  Having a few bales stored near the feeders makes life so much easier when it comes to topping up the feeders (which I do daily).

dumpy bags in hay store

I was so excited to use the new hay store this winter, and Adrian had even sized it up to accommodate exactly one week’s worth of small square bales.

Needless to say I was slightly concerned the new shed would take a week’s worth of hay in dumpy bags.

But I didn’t have to worry about that until a few days ago because during November I was still using the remainder of last winter’s small square bales and life was easy.  Then the time came to move over to the big bales.  To be honest despite my trepidation about storage, I couldn’t wait to rip open the netting on the first bale, last winter’s hay being a year old was a bit average, some of the bales were stale and I had to discard a couple which had got wet.  I couldn’t wait to get stuck into the new hay, there’s nothing like opening a fresh bale of hay, it smells amazing!

sheep tucking in

 

After a shaky start at the beginning of the winter wondering how we were going to manage, it seems things are working out fine with the big bales.  And the sheep are pretty happy with the situation too.

 

 

 

 

 

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Veggie patch tidy up

weeds everywhere

This week I thought I’d better do something about our veggie patch.  Although still productive, it’s been looking a bit rough lately with weeds finally having won the battle despite my best efforts at keeping them at bay.

veg patch mulched
newly built veggie patch with pristine paths

Truth be told I actually did very minimal weeding over the summer.  The wool I’d laid down as a mulch in the spring did a brilliant job at keeping the beds looking good.  But then all of a sudden, halfway through August there seemed to be weeds popping up everywhere.

Sedge grass, willow herb, nettles and creeping buttercup had merrily taken up residence in the gaps between the paving slabs going between the beds.  The paths had looked great once upon a time as well as being an impenetrable weed barrier.  But over the years the cement grouting between the slabs has crumbled and the weeds have been having a party ever since.

the muck heap – aka badgers’ worm buffet

Last week I decided enough was enough and rolled up my sleeves and got to work.  It was a drizzly day, perfect for weeding hahaha 🙂  My plan was to weed half the area first so that Adrian could start piling manure on at the weekend.  Then I’d attack the second half next week.  We have mountains of sheep-dung waiting to go on the beds as winter mulch.  Unfortunately this year the badgers have discovered the muck heap and been helping themselves to worms every night.  They’ve been making a right mess throwing manure in all directions.  Our once neatly formed heap has turned into a gigantic cowpat.   We plan to use up all the dung this autumn and site the heap somewhere else, hopefully the badgers won’t notice but we’re not holding our breath …

But back to the veggie patch, I spent a good morning filling my barrow with weeds and piling them onto the compost heap.  I dismantled the mangetout frame and floppy tangle of stems.  I pulled out nettles and docks that had taken up residence in amongst the Leafbeat and Chard.  Then I gathered up the sprawl of pumpkin stalks from the pumpkin patch, and finally I pulled out the bolting lettuces and Borage from the salad bed.

pumpkins

This year was our first year growing pumpkins here in Scotland.  Being so far north the growing season is short so we decided to grow a small variety to give the fruit half a chance of growing and ripening before the autumn.  We planted ‘Baby Bear’ and they did really well, we had 25 pumpkins in total, plenty to make into soup to keep us going over the winter.

After a hard morning’s work I went indoors for a cup of tea but not before taking a quick photo of the almost weed-free veggie patch.

after a morning’s work 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Where to put the hay

hay storage

Our sheep tend to spend much of the winter close to the hay feeders. While the fields remain open, the comfort of the shed and close proximity of food is too much of a draw.

Main deliveries of hay are stored in a large shed, but we keep a few bales near the feeders to make things easy for ourselves at top-up time. Up till now, these have been stored in a hurdled off corner of the shed. While this generally worked fine, it did mean carrying bales through a melange of sheep and a somewhat fraught effort to stack them. Fraught because once the hurdles were opened, some sheep saw this as an opportunity, particularly Yaar.

So this year, we decided to conjure up a better option, a hay storage facility both closer to where we park the trailer and closer to the feeders. Hay Bay 2 was born (Hay Bay 1 was added to our field shelter some years back, but since then we’ve moved the feeders closer to the house).

Now, I work full time so time was at a premium. Also, autumn was creeping in so the light evenings of summer were receding quickly. So, guess what I spent my weekends and holidays doing?

hay bay foundations complete
hay bay 2 – foundations complete

First was to lay a flat foundation, lifted from the ground to avoid damp. This involved much digging and levelling and siting of bricks. Smallholding seems to involve a lot of digging, measuring and moving stuff around, so I was no stranger to this.

Second was to build a raised floor. This comprised a pallette sawn to size with some planks added to fill the gaps.

hay bay 2 - framework
hay bay 2 – framework

Third was to build the framework. The shed needed to be sturdy (which eliminated all shop bought options at a stroke), the right size (ditto) and able to keep water from leeching through the walls (easier said than done). Of course, despite carefully crafted spreadsheets with macros to help me buy the right wood at the right length, I ended up short on the 4×2. Fortunately, I had some offcuts from earlier wood based projects lurking in the shed. Just enough and no more.

The second problem was that I changed the design at this stage. Originally, the idea was to have the roof level with the gap in the shed wall. But I decided, based on my experience of hay bay 1 (which leaked and so needed to be re-roofed), to integrated the roof with the shed. This meant I had to buy more wood after all.

The third problem was that my power saw decided that it had had enough, so I get a new one of those. Should have been easy, but the courier (DX) had yet to deliver any of the previous deliveries on the allocated day. I wondered what the excuse would be this time and, lo and behold, having claimed ‘no access’ more than once, this time the van suffered a ‘breakdown’. Hmm.

Nevertheless, it finally arrived and work continued.

hay bay 2 - build underway
hay bay 2 – build underway

A key part of this design was not to have a support column in the middle of the doors. Also, having learned from previous experience, I made the doors narrower. Wood’s tendency to settle and move can be a right pain when all of a sudden, that carefully aligned bolt is no longer aligned. Two very sturdy columns were put in place to support the doors along with large hinges.The doors themselves have four cross beams and plenty of screws so as to minimise any shape changing.

This was a satisfying part of the build, a series of straight cuts so no continually adjusting the saw. It wasn’t long before the walls were up. The doors took some careful measuring as, given soft wood’s propensity to warp, they ended up not exactly the size in the plan. But I was ready for that, so all went surprisingly smoothly.

After that, I lined the inside with a second ‘wall’ to keep the hay off the damp outer wall and added the roof. The only thing missing from the photos is the feeders which will be one or two metres from this new shed. A small step in making our lives easier.

hay bay 2 - complete
hay bay 2 – complete
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Hooves and bottoms – again

Every week, (weather depending) I arm myself with my ‘sheep bits and bobs kit’ and set off for a morning of hoof and bottom trimming.   In other words, I gather in a small number of sheep and spend a lovely morning with our teddy bears doing their health checks.  This includes checking and trimming their hooves, checking their bottoms and trimming their bikini lines, and if they’re woolled up I’ll trim the wool around their eyes too so they can see better.

sheep maintenance kit
sheep bits and bobs kit

We have nineteen sheep and doing the whole flock in one go is quite a lot for me on my own, so I do three or four each week.  This means each sheep gets a health check and mini hair cut roughly every six weeks.

My ‘sheep bits and bobs kit’ is one of the most useful things I own.  It contains:

Engemycin spray (aka blue hoof spray – great for mini foot infections)

Protego herbal powder spray (my favourite product of all time, I use this for minor skin wounds, it’s very effective and smells divine.  Yogi, Yssi and Ynca are all prone to getting urine stains on their bottoms so I’ll trim up the stained wool and follow up with a cloud of powder spray to prevent infection and keep their bottoms fresh)

Burgon and Ball hoof trimmers

Fiskars sewing scissors  (I find normal sewing scissors easier than full on shearing shears for doing mini trims)

Fiskars scissor sharpeners

Battles maggot oil (just in case)

‘Tom Tick’ (for removing pesky ticks)

Self-stick bandages, cotton wool and Styptic powder (in case of accidents)

Nitrile gloves

Rope halter (in case I need to secure one of the teddies)

Bribes (sheep nuts and / or chopped apples, carrots, turnips depending on what season it is)

sheep maintenance
parked up next to wee pen

I pop my bucket of things on the quad bike, secure with bungees and zoom off to look for the flock.  I have various hurdle pens dotted about over our pasture.  This means wherever the flock happens to be there’ll hopefully be a pen nearby.

Once parked up I’ll check my list to see whose turn it is, then I’ll walk over to the flock and bring in my first teddy bear.

Once I’ve got my sheep in the pen I’ll give her a piece of apple or a few sheep nuts, then a ‘tickly pickly rubbadubdub’, (some lovely scratches and head rubs).  This is important as I like the sheep to associate the pen as a pleasant experience.

sheep maintenance
bottom trimming

Then I get to work.  I put a handful of chopped apples / nuts etc in a bucket and place this in one corner.  This part is very important as I want to keep my sheep fully occupied while working on her hooves.  Where I place the sheep and myself is super important as I want to make sure her body weight is fully supported by the hurdle and me at all times.  This way when she’s balancing on three legs she’ll feel secure and and not want to run off in a panic.

When I’ve done the hooves I’ll top up the bribery bucket and start on the bottom.  If I’m working on a skittish sheep I’ll halter her up.  Sheep instinctively move forwards when their bottoms are touched which isn’t ideal when I’m trying to snip off dags and peer through wool for maggots.

sheep cuddles
sheep cuddles

Bottom done, I’ll remove the treats bucket and get to work on the face.  Some of our flock don’t need a face trim but most of them do.  Ryelands generally have the full on teddy bear look so appreciate a wee trim up around their eyes so they can see properly.

livestock guardian dogs
heading back after a good mornings work

Each sheep takes around half an hour, so after doing four or so sheep I’m pretty sore from all the shuffling around.  I’ll load up my things, call the dogs over and head back to the house for a welcome cup of tea.