We have babies, so cute, one popping out after the other, so we then had a blitz on tagging before we got in a muddle. You wouldn’t think it, but you grab a calf to identify the mum and five come charging over at the slightest baby moo noise. This is why we work together on tagging in case ‘mum’ decides we are harming her baby. Both our eldest sons have been knocked flying by a maternal cow. I just cannot wait to turn the stock out to grass, I am sick to death of bedding up cattle yards. One night I did the usual and fell asleep on the settee only to wake to a deserted house, Mike had gone to check the cows (late) and found one calving. Despite our best efforts we lost the calf which was premature. Nothing we could have done would have made a difference. I had the ‘Mr Grumpy’ mug all the next day but luckily my grump lifted.
We have had Will Smith helping us over Easter and what a fantastic help he has been. The pattern usually with youth is:-
Small children: Want to help like their life depends on it, but mostly (though I wouldn’t say anything to them) get in the way and take a huge amount of supervision as totally fearless and oblivious to danger.
Teenage stage: They know everything, break stuff, strong as an ox but got a bit of an ‘attitude’*. In fact we have named a method of kicking straw around a pen as ‘the teenage method’. It has to be accompanied by moaning about the unfairness of life. Just realised that could apply to your average farmer!
Late teens/early 20’s: (later for slow developers who will remain nameless). ACTUALLY useful, willing and able to get up in the morning but are savvy enough to want payment in exchange for work. The cheek of it!
Go away to the ‘bright city lights’ declaring those left behind as a bunch of wurzels and boarder line ‘simpletons’. Come back several years later realising we live is a beautiful place with a great lifestyle and being a wurzel is cool (penniless and smelly but cool).
NB: *this attitude applies to ‘home reared’ helpers, not bought in.
Spring has sprung; at least Archie seems to think so.
I love these lighter evenings. Everything seems to become easier in the Spring/Summer. It's a pity that there was not enough snow to sledge. While the UK grinds to a halt in a thin layer of snow, we grease our toboggan runners and have fun.
It’s sad to lose yet another old tree. Far too many have blown over; some of our neighbour’s trees seem to have become diseased so we are keeping a careful eye for damage to our own.