She's really cute & is in there with all the others for her feed, as are two other Hebredians. One is still aloof, but she'll come around. That's the Pudding in the background.
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Raven Is Quite Tame.
She's really cute & is in there with all the others for her feed, as are two other Hebredians. One is still aloof, but she'll come around. That's the Pudding in the background.
Hebredians & Cold Weather.
It's really cold. The calor gas has frozen - well the regulator has, so we have to tip boiling water over it so we can use the cooker.
Jim walked to the little shop today as the track is frozen solid. The roads seem passable, but we don't really need to get out, just need bits & pieces really. We are having a young cockerel for our tea. It was getting bossy & was too close to breed from, so I have a cockerel on order & another Scot's Grey hen to bring in some new blood.
There's 4 young cockerels growing on for the pot & three young hens who are perfectly marked - so they're a great addition. Scot's Grey's are number 2 on the endangered species list.
When I got the 4 Hebredian ewe lambs I was told that I'd never be able to get near them. So I've posted a picture of one coming to be hand fed this evening. ( Hebredian's are black )Out of the 4 there is one who is still a little aloof, but it'll come around. I also got told that they wouldn't flock by someone who shall remain nameless, but who has never kept sheep, but talks as if they are some sort of expert. They do flock Mr Armchair expert. We feed them all sugar beet pellets twice a day & they get hay. Jim even goes up last thing at night to check them. We hear there's a big dog fox on the prowl & has taken large lambs from a neighbouring township. Well not taken, but had deadly bites out of - either a fox is responsible or someone's arrived up at a holiday home & is letting their dog attack sheep. Or just letting it run wild. It'll be shot if it's caught.
The water's frozen, but we have the burn to hand, so it's easy to fill buckets up & bring them in.
Last year we were frozen solid for a couple of months - really deep ice - this hasn't been too bad until lately. Old caravans aren't the warmest places to live. Thank goodness we have the wood burner - I love my wood burner.
Jim walked to the little shop today as the track is frozen solid. The roads seem passable, but we don't really need to get out, just need bits & pieces really. We are having a young cockerel for our tea. It was getting bossy & was too close to breed from, so I have a cockerel on order & another Scot's Grey hen to bring in some new blood.
There's 4 young cockerels growing on for the pot & three young hens who are perfectly marked - so they're a great addition. Scot's Grey's are number 2 on the endangered species list.
When I got the 4 Hebredian ewe lambs I was told that I'd never be able to get near them. So I've posted a picture of one coming to be hand fed this evening. ( Hebredian's are black )Out of the 4 there is one who is still a little aloof, but it'll come around. I also got told that they wouldn't flock by someone who shall remain nameless, but who has never kept sheep, but talks as if they are some sort of expert. They do flock Mr Armchair expert. We feed them all sugar beet pellets twice a day & they get hay. Jim even goes up last thing at night to check them. We hear there's a big dog fox on the prowl & has taken large lambs from a neighbouring township. Well not taken, but had deadly bites out of - either a fox is responsible or someone's arrived up at a holiday home & is letting their dog attack sheep. Or just letting it run wild. It'll be shot if it's caught.
The water's frozen, but we have the burn to hand, so it's easy to fill buckets up & bring them in.
Last year we were frozen solid for a couple of months - really deep ice - this hasn't been too bad until lately. Old caravans aren't the warmest places to live. Thank goodness we have the wood burner - I love my wood burner.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Smoke gets in my eyes & the cat's lungs.
We've been smoked out in the caravan for a couple of weeks at least. I thought it was the new hay shed that we built (but haven't quite finished) at the back of the caravan. I thought it was causing a down draft - somehow.
We had to take Weemon our elderly tabby tom back to the vet with a weezey chest the other week. The vet thought it maybe an allergy & I blame the stove. I was scared it was Weemon's heart, or possibly cat flu. The vet couldn't hear Weemon's heart as he was purring too much. He even tried blowing in his face, running a tap - everything he could think of including banning me from stroking the poor cat. He still purred very loudly - as he does. So he gave him a steroid injection & told us to bring him back if he gets worse. He couldn't believe that Weemon's at least 16. He arrived on our doorstop nearly 16 years ago. We put notices up, but later found out he was dumped by someone who sits in the House of Lords. He is still scared of men apart from Jim & the vet who he rather likes even though he something unmentionable to him with a thermometer.
Weemon had a nasty eye injury a while back & saw the same vet. He was really pleased with the way Weemon's eye has healed & so are we.
Today we took the stove chimney down and it was choked with clinker & soot - it's a wonder we could get the stove going at all. It's now on & going a treat without filling the caravan with dense reek - bliss.
I got an email today:
Dear Caroline, Six-Word Memoirist extraordinaire,
Congratulations! Your Six-Word Memoir, "Married Saturday. Left Sunday. Reconsidered Monday" from SMITH Magazine is being published in the new book, It All Changed in an Instant: More Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure, on sale January 5th. (But available for pre-order now!) Thank you and welcome!
Of course, I'm one of the obscure ones.
I forgot I'd sent my micro tale off to them. Funny really as now I'm trying to write longer stories - much longer than 6 words, even longer than 1000 words. Well, I'm procrastinating a lot, in fact a lot longer than I used to.
We had to take Weemon our elderly tabby tom back to the vet with a weezey chest the other week. The vet thought it maybe an allergy & I blame the stove. I was scared it was Weemon's heart, or possibly cat flu. The vet couldn't hear Weemon's heart as he was purring too much. He even tried blowing in his face, running a tap - everything he could think of including banning me from stroking the poor cat. He still purred very loudly - as he does. So he gave him a steroid injection & told us to bring him back if he gets worse. He couldn't believe that Weemon's at least 16. He arrived on our doorstop nearly 16 years ago. We put notices up, but later found out he was dumped by someone who sits in the House of Lords. He is still scared of men apart from Jim & the vet who he rather likes even though he something unmentionable to him with a thermometer.
Weemon had a nasty eye injury a while back & saw the same vet. He was really pleased with the way Weemon's eye has healed & so are we.
Today we took the stove chimney down and it was choked with clinker & soot - it's a wonder we could get the stove going at all. It's now on & going a treat without filling the caravan with dense reek - bliss.
I got an email today:
Dear Caroline, Six-Word Memoirist extraordinaire,
Congratulations! Your Six-Word Memoir, "Married Saturday. Left Sunday. Reconsidered Monday" from SMITH Magazine is being published in the new book, It All Changed in an Instant: More Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure, on sale January 5th. (But available for pre-order now!) Thank you and welcome!
Of course, I'm one of the obscure ones.
I forgot I'd sent my micro tale off to them. Funny really as now I'm trying to write longer stories - much longer than 6 words, even longer than 1000 words. Well, I'm procrastinating a lot, in fact a lot longer than I used to.
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