The girls and I go out first thing this morning to do our chores, which we divide fairly:-
- put sheep flock in their field and give them brekkie (TurmerAid and a smidge of food)
- feed Lambie separately as he is speshul
- feed the old Icelandic horse men the last of a hoof supplement plus their TurmerAid, and check fill their water
- feed the ducks and hens, including one nesting duck who has her own private pile and clean water
- sweep out the puddles into the drains to keep the sand in the indoor school from getting saturated
- refill and/or clean water buckets in holding paddock
- look for small Patterdale terrier who has taken the opportunity to bugger off looking for rabbitses
- remove cat from every shed
- check every shed for cat and/or dog, neither of whom can be seen
- return sheep flock to their field after they have discovered the hole in the fence and come back to mooch around the front door, all swearing to a sheep that they haven’t had breakfast and oooh, is that a ginger biscuit?
After the chores, I went with my camera to try and capture just how beautiful everything was, while the girls went in for their breakfast. The rain/mist/haar/drizzle had left water droplets on the wild flowers and grass and, as the light changed, it glittered like expensive jewellery, which I totally failed to capture with my camera. Still, I tried.
And this was in our garden.
At least the midges didn’t arrive, so that was a plus.