Today was my afternoon for packing vegetables for Transition Turriefield.
En route, I visited my out-lying horses and ponies. All seemed well. I even managed to lead Iacs, Klaengur, Waffle and Silver to drink through the newly opened gate to the loch.
Of course that old saying “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink” was very precise so I have no idea where the boys were finding their water before in Fat Camp as absolutely no one was thirsty.
Ungrateful lot. Why I bother and whoever is leaving the gate open to the next-door park must stop. Suddenly this has happened. Funny that.
BeAnne came with me, as per usual. I have had to start her training again as she refuses to listen to a word I say. This is not deafness, this is purposeful terrier belligerence and she is driving me mad.
Anyway, I had very nice afternoon packing vegetables. I was working the sealing machine, which makes me feel I am playing shops (my best childhood game). A dream come true for me.
Afterwards, I went round the croft with my camera looking into its numerous polytunnels.
On my way home, I saw this sheep doing what it always does every year – wading into the loch to eat the flowering Bogbean (menyanthes trifoliata). That is the sort of thing Lambie would do! I have never seen this anywhere but this loch. Most strange but then sheep are, I have discovered.
Tweet, the carrion crow, who I left with my mother to look after, has a confirmed broken wing. I am not sure what his future is but will try and find out. I am very sad about this. We tried so hard.