Emma Heseltine blogs during her placement at Hadrian Organics
I’ve got a trailer to clean out. Funnily enough I really don’t mind this job despite the fact that I inevitably get some form of poo in my hair, all over my clothes and face. I get to use the pressure washer which is a little joy of mine. Muck be gone! You can not withstand the power of the pressure washer, nothing can. Its so much more satisfying than scrubbing the trailer with a brush. I know it wont be shiny for long, but boy is it shiny when I’m done.
There are still more fences to put up. We are becoming a well oiled team now at fence building, especially with the post knocker on the back of the big John Deere. We get the posts measured up and lined up along the fence line, then a line of barb along the floor to keep us on track. Bang bang bang, the posts go in very quickly. There are only a few jabs from the barbed wire and banged thumbs when putting the staples in (mainly me) these fences are going to be all up and running in no time.
This week I committed a farmer sin, I went on holiday. It seems to me that not many farmers go away for a break very often, what’s the reason for this? Is there no time? Do we have such a pride that we feel nobody could look after our animals for a week to let us recharge our batteries? I for one am a big fan of battery recharging, I think I can work much better and harder when I have had some time to do little, relax and recuperate after the dramas of lambing before we roll into the dramas of hay.
More lambs all over the place this week, we have taken quite a lot down to the hay meadow. They are transported one ewe and her lambs at a time in the quad trailer, a little ewe taxi. I love going down there on an evening to give the ewes their dinner. The lambs at that time of day are full of frolics, jumping about, climbing and racing up and down the field, burning off energy before bed time. It must be spring if the lambs are jumping.
We are moving some of the ewes about at Stone Raise and have discovered some interlopers. There are two Swaledales lurking in the flock. I think they have joined for the good eats and the treacle. The trouble is someone will be missing them. We ring a few people who have rent-a-sheep in the area to find the owner. These are hill sheep that are brought down to the lowlands in the winter and graze on dairy farmer’s land who have their cattle in all winter. They are cheeky, wily and go wherever they fancy. And we have to catch them.
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