Listening to: McAlpine's Fusiliers (The Dubliners)
Weather: Sunny, chilly and (at last) dry.
It's been a quiet week on the croft/farm/smallholding (never sure what to call it) so, apart from a couple of 'pigs dig hole, trainee pig farmer falls into hole' incidents it has been hardly worth tiring the fingers out on the keyboard.
Egg production has dropped off considerably since Adam the cockerel arrived. I'm putting it down to a combination of the hens not liking change and the dismal wet weather. I reckon it's time to get a few more in.
The lads are growing well since their move outside. I've upped their rations and, despite spending most of the day up to their 'knees' in mud, they're a couple of happy boys. Teddy the Shetland pony continues to delight the ladies. The two mares in the neighbouring field hang over the fence with tongues hanging out. I hate to point out that, even if he had the necessary equipment, the lad would need a step ladder to fulfil their deepest desires.
Molly and Kim, the two Saddleback sows from Thurso, were due to arrive here yesterday, but a minor paperwork cock-up (not mine, for once) means they are still over in Scotland and will be here next Thursday.
That's given me more time to upgrade the facilities in the shed. I've filled in a load of cracks and holes in the walls, built a concrete feed trough and I'm halfway through putting in a creep (nursery area) where the piglets will be able to go to avoid being accidentally laid on by the sow.
That's going to involve me cutting some concrete blocks in half with Mr D's stonecutter - a terrifying piece of kit that constantly threatens to slice off limbs and digits. So if I never post again you'll know what's happened.