Monday, 27 September 2010
Not just a pig farmer
I looked at them huddled by the fence in the top field. They stared back with a "you haven't the first idea what to do" look.
Which just goes to show how right sheep can be.
Last spring I foolishly mentioned to our neighbour Marcus that I thought it was about time we had a few sheep, partly for ground maintenance and also for the freezer. Fine, the best thing was to wait for autumn and pick up some of the smaller lambs not going to market.
So he turned up the other day with three fairly small (but not that small) sheep in his trailer. I climbed in and hauled them out one-by-one and. . . well, that's about it so far.
They're quite settled in the top field, spending most of their time by the fence near Alfie the boar, but I can't help feeling there's something I should be doing.
Pigs need attention, shelter, feeding and watering. Sheep need. . . well, not much it seems, so long as there's grass. Not that there's much chance of me doing anything with them. They haven't let me within ten metres of them yet.