It was chucking it down this morning and so the sheep, after their breakfast in the shed, went on strike refusing to go into their field for the day. In return I refused to give them haynets because it was raining. There’s plenty of grass outside if they want food. There will be haynets when it snows (and they are all very fat).
My morning was spent researching for the Diaries – going through old family photos, correspondence, making discoveries and looking for anything relevant to include.
Meanwhile, the weather slowly cleared up ….
….. and soon the sun was shining
The Shetland ponies got their haynets for tea.
And I found all the sheep had in fact gone outside, crawled under a fence and were happily eating the long grass in an ungrazed field.
This is a winter field which will be for the old horses and ponies – it offers plenty of natural shelter, and has a forever-running stream. The sheep also love it here and can let themselves in and out when they want (by crawling under the fence).
That is everyone except for Ster who has to walk through the garden to get out, though he can get back on his own (phew!)
Apparently it is a rather heavenly field, according to Madge. Funny to think that all the grass will be eaten down in just a few months’ time. Winter is looming now. I’m dreading it.
