How did you get here?
No point hiding in there.
Days tick down
Fourteen days until we hit bottom
Moments of brightness
are welcomed through the constant drip
However the dampness enhances
and is stored up for future flowerings
In the dryness of Polytunnel World pods can crack
and the Willow shows fluffiness
We store up the energy
watch the starlings
and count the days
Today started with a touch of frost
and the hedgerows ablaze
We had a little time to enjoy the sun
As did the neighbouring sheep
before we had to journey to collect one of their sisters
Think this is our box
not all chops actually but also mature mutton mince
Thank you Mr Thomas
As we enter the darkest of days the equation goes like this:
(daylight time) = (time to do essentials) + (not very much)
(time to do essentials) = (constant) x W
where W is Weather factor (wind/rain/low temperatures)
during last year’s worst snow
(daylight time) < (constant) x W
but so far this month W has been low.
A lot of dark skies so when the light does shine through it is savoured
One of the Cayugas developed a limp and had to do a lot of sitting down.
She was given her own sitting down place, where she received visitors
In a day or two she was standing up
and able to get around again
Perversely, these shortest days are when the ducks start laying again after an Autumn break. Certainly James and Cagney are back in the mood, after a moulting time
It is a spectator sport
and stimulates one of the young cockerels to try out his crow
Other sights from the last few days:
A windy day
and Pyramus-and-Thisbe-like Bert and Dinah seek a chink
through which to touch
Time to escort them to where the grass is greener.
Dinah has to wait while Bert finishes the snack that tempted him there
before he sniffs out other pleasures
Dinah stands well and Bert does his best
Piglets in the Spring?
November 27th, and today was more or less the first time this season that it felt as if weather was starting to constrain activity.
Wind chill, or in modern parlance “feels like” temperature is what matters, together with how much water is falling out of the sky and, more importantly, what it does to the clay beneath one’s feet.
So, we are reminded of the plan that is designed to stop us fossilising.
The recent tweak was to invite in Jessie
Who has spent all evening collapsed on her chair – but only because we have been out and about all day.
By deliberately making ourselves responsible for land and livestock we have to continue with the essentials of life:
Pigs need bedding
and their drainage requires maintenance
If the meadow is going to thrive in the Spring it needs to be cleared before the year end
daily sessions are the way to get there
The hens may be looking cocky
but we know they know they don’t really like the bitter blasts, so we must prepare
Other glimpses from today: