Up and at ’em at the usual time (8 a.m.) to feed everyone animal. The mornings are becoming lighter, which is much nicer for us all. The sheep have tummy-clocks worthy of NASA and are always waiting for me.
Ditto for every horse and pony that I own. They are all waiting for me to arrive with their individual buckets.
A rushed breakfast and off I went to Turriefield (“Terry Field” according to my phone).
Planting today – this time broad beans, I think – and then down to the polytunnel which was blissfully warm (the planting shed had been freezing) and we picked out seedlings.
I could’ve set up home in that polytunnel if only for the warmth.
I was home in time for lunch and resentment from a certain smelly little dog – I brushed her which immediately increased the level of indignation.
So I went into my shed to add another sheep to the collection that will eventually get to the shop in Lerwick when they need more.
(I’ve been cold all day and am currently sitting at my desk with a hot-water bottle on my lap to try and warm up. The cold really got to my bones when I was putting the ponies to bed this afternoon so I gave up and came indoors leaving my poo-picking chores until tomorrow.)
The sprouting plants look fantastic. My goal is to get us organized enough to do a Florida version of your Turriefield. the problem here is finding the right plants to weather the conditions that we face.
It never ceases to amaze me how the little fuzzy alarm clocks on the four foot army are always so accurate.