This week has seen some appalling weather up and down the country. Here we had some incredibly strong winds- the ducks found it impossible to fly around much and sat around grumpily. The rain was torrential but we escaped the floods thank God.
Yesterday was glorious- beautiful sunshine and clear blue skies. Even the birds seemed delighted for respite and I heard a thrush singing its heart out as I was putting the animals to bed yesterday evening. I’d spent a large part of the afternoon planting dozens of daffodil bulbs in The Byre garden whilst Steve swept up piles of leaves. It was strange to be saying goodbye to one season and planning for the next.
Meanwhile grey squirrels are pinching hen food (very cheekily) from the hen house. Yesterday the hens had had quite enough of that and I looked across from my bulb planting to see all the hens and the ducks chasing the offending squirrel out of the pen!
This morning there had been a light frost; Jacob the duck was nervous coming out of the hen house as it was rather slippery coming down the little ramp. So he slide slipped down like a skier! How he’ll cope with snow this year goodness only knows.