A quick google tells me it’s currently 23.6 degrees Celsius here in Darfield; the forecast was for 23.5 so already the day is overachieving. That’s not surprising really, as it is one of those out-of-the-box, birds-atweeting, all-is-right-with-the-world kinda days which, if you of a similar vintage as the Homestead elders, has you fighting the urge to sing that song. Eeek!
Not being a great fan, then or now, of the tune, I decided a better use of my time would be showing you what our day is looking like.
Over in the goats paddock, Sandra, after frantically fighting its application, is now very proud to pose with her new, blue collar.
This is our first attempt at breakfencing, with the idea being only to hay two paddocks of a (hopefully) higher quality while keeping all the animals in the third negating the pass-the-parcel paddock shuffle with the animals come haying time. So far it is working well, with all parties giving the electric fence a wide berth. Weirdly, they are more than happy to graze right up to the beehive whose bite is every bit as nasty as the fence’s.
Both the vegetable gardens are actually starting to produce decent crops
and the pig pen is now all but finished; awaiting its tenants (two Old White/Landrace weaners) who should be ready to take up residence in January.
Any turn around the Homestead would not be complete without a visit to the chicken coop and a quick hello to Neville
and then back for lunch on the lawn
But first, where’s Colin?
“Colin: Off!!…Off!…Colin!!!…Ah well, nevermind…”