Nature is a tricky mistress. Over the last few weeks the nights have been silent, the deep deep silence that even when you listen closely there is nothing to hear (except the fridge). Last night after two hot days the night was alive with sound, about five different types of frogs croaking as well as the calls of hunting owls. Who could know they were all just waiting for a change in conditions. We are fortunate to live near a wetland/swamp that sounds so vital.
We had the rams shorn today to prepare them for classing. It is so much easier to assess them without their scruffy winter coats. Some have started to shed but most will not have expressed their shedding fully until January ( unless it is a cold summer). It is sometimes surprising what is revealed when the shearer lets them go. The ragbag ram at the back of the pen suddenly has potential.
The rabbits continue to breed and thrive, the shed is overflowing with them and we have two arks on the lawn. The ones on the lawn are being grown out to 2.5 -3 kilos, which is the killing weight. Martin is hoping by finishing them with a mixture of rabbit pellets and mixed grasses that the flavour will be an improvement on purely cage farmed rabbit.
Blogging seems to be like exercise, you really enjoy it when you do it but if something breaks the routine it is hard to get back to it.
We have been busy with the routine tasks around the farm. Weaning the early ram lambs before they can do any damage and turn next years lambing into a debacle. The young rams are looking really good and are showing the gains of the new genetics. We are also keen to see the outcome of classing on last years lambs. To our eye there are some very nice sheep coming on. Next Tuesday will tell the tale.
The laws of animal photography seem to be very closely related to Murphy's Law - the best animal will always be hanging with the worst and just when you frame the photo they will move.