As the rose on its ladder of thorns hangs in the gallery of frost
and the steam’s coming off the boundary
we muse on the solitude of strength as the starlings command the field
and then take the only tree that’s left
as the buzzard is pursued by the armies of a dark regime
the last starling, like a knight from some old fashioned book
takes to the Ash to preen and sing.
Meanwhile the nuthatch has a nut
The tup has a friend
and the sun will rise tomorrow
It is nearly four weeks since Dinah came to Gribin Isaf. A few days later she was keen to get a little closer to Bert but wasn’t really up to the experience. Today she wanted to try again.
We created a suitable space, away from soft ground, next to Lottie and Bina. Dinah’s first job was to give them a good sniff
When Bert arrived she shifted her attentions. The loudest pig noises in this video are Lottie and Bina providing encouragement.
But all went well
So around March 4th next year Gribin Isaf should see the arrival of the first pedigree Saddleback litter.
…and we don’t mean temperature…
…but the highest altitude the sun reached today.
Which means we were treated to exciting lighting effects all day:
And Brutus too, hopefully enjoyed the light
as he went on his last journey
to Market Street