Weekending

Work has started on the sheep enclosure and shelter; we want to build a small pen that encloses their trough, water and shelter in preparation for lambing. Plenty of hole digging and concreting happened over the weekend. Henry came to weld.

The sheep were quite nonchalant.

The pigs will soon have a cover over their feed troughs and waterer.

Pork Belly 2 tried to eat my knee through my jeans. I'll have the last laugh on him though. PB1 is off to the butcher (again) on Tuesday. He didn't quite make it over there a fortnight ago.

I have half recovered my vege garden mojo (perhaps). I spread blood and bone and dynamic lifter and watered it in. Three garlic plants from last season have emerged and look healthy. Amazing, since I haven't given any attention to the garden since the very hot weather a couple of months ago. All that recent rain and the cooler weather has encouraged them.

This is where I go first thing every morning, to my little Chook Square; feed the chooks first.

I usually let the silkies out on the weekends for a run around; the little oeg cock bird thinks it's Christmas and chases the girls all day.

I spread an old hay bale out to dry so that I could put it in the high pens. Poofy and the silkie enjoyed sniffing and scratching through it.