Well a very Happy New Year to you all, wherever you are. We woke up on New Year's Day and the farm seems to have been moved to the South Pole - everywhere is beautiful and someone seems to have stolen all our mud (nb if found please do not return).
Boris is still otherwise engaged so the golden keyboard has been passed to me, Mel, a very special sheep. How do I know I'm special? Well, firstly I have very beautiful black legs and face and a very long, diverse heritage, so special there isn't even a name for my breed. It has been suggested by other - jealous - ewes, that being singled out to have a name may not be entirely a good thing...... I admit that I am a bit of an individual, I like to think outside the box/pen/field, I can't help it, I was brought up to think for myself. It just seems to happen that the staff and children decide to take us all in one direction and a better plan comes into my head and I go the other way. I can't help it if the others all follow like....like....whatever the phrase is. People do seem to get a bit cross with me, but I'm only trying to help.
Anyway the staff brought us down to the yard, we'd been in the Home Orchard all over Christmas and we were tiring of the short grass. We stopped on the way for a few who had pedicures booked, then they let us move into the Perry Orchard - heaven! It hadn't been grazed for several months and if you can bear the constant noise and fussing of the chickens, well it's pretty well perfect.
Next morning we were up early to get started on the long grass, and some joker had hidden it all under a pile of white stuff, unbelievable.
I now find it has been spread everywhere, they weren't just picking on us sheep. The Blacktails are plucky little birds, nothing stops them getting out and about or laying for that matter. The Buff Orpingtons? Haven't laid eyes on them, those posh chickens haven't even got out of bed. Oh well they only lay between May and September and then only if there's an "r" in the month.
The geese are very confused by their new white world, but I have spotted them showing off their new trick to the ducks - "walking on water".
The cattle are happy as Larry, all cosy in their barn with fresh hay every day and they don't even have to dig for it.
I have to say the place does look beautiful and now we sheep have been brought some hay I'm starting to enjoy the views.
It is eerily quiet here, no staff at all, someone said something about collecting the penguin eggs and checking the polar bears - but I reckon they've all gone sledging.
Keep warm!
Mel - the leader of the flock!
Thursday, 7 January 2010
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