I am not sure what to think of the latest ruse to give these winds names. We had Abigail, then we had Barney and now we have Clodagh. I see we can now anticipate winds to come
I don’t think I see these winds as individuals, more as one register on the complex range of outdoor experiences.
So today was very windy, not cold enough to chill the fingers, and the rain came in squalls rather than torrents.
Spot had eaten, or otherwise destroyed, all her straw bedding
And while Bert had been more conservative of his
he was still being a little stoic.
We gave them each a new straw bale. Bert used his to make a barricade
but also brought his feed bucket down to ensure bed and breakfast.
Spot thought the straw was breakfast
although she will always be ready for any extras
Meanwhile Codagh bent the trees
and the neighbouring sheep either jealously eyed up the house
our huddled beneath our hedge
Those with a lower profile were less ruffled
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