Here is my latest group of bottle fed lambs. They live in the garden during the day and in the trailer at night and mob you for milk whenever you go in or out of the house, which as you can imagine is quite a few times a day. They always turn into a contentious issue at this time of year as they arrive just as I am thinking about being able to sit in the garden when all they want to do is nibble your legs and jump on you with their sharp scratchy feet, which is ok when you are wearing overalls but not so great when shorts are the required form of dress. Now I think about it looking at the weather predictions for the next 10 days this actually won't be a problem.
This is a picture of "Chicken". She sleeps on the windowsill of our living room which is located above the lambs daytime sleeping quarters and the box in which she lays her one egg a day. It has been some time since we managed to firstly, keep some chickens out of the reach of Mr Fox and secondly, to persuade her to lay her egg in a location where we can find it on a regular basis. We spend the day juggling the door on the chickens egg laying box so that the lambs do not go into the box and break our precious one egg, and leaving the door open for long enough so that "Chicken" will have enough time to be comfortable about entering the box and laying her one egg a day.
You may think this is a lot of effort to go to for one egg a day but our chickens are truly free range and only eat what they find in the fields next to the house. (I have some awful suspicions that I actually don't want to know what they eat out in the fields, as I am sure some, no most of it is highly unsavory.) Anyhow their eggs actually taste of something and are worth a little effort.
Someone once said to me that coming to our house was a bit like driving into the set of The Darling Buds of May, which would make me Ma Larkin'! Great another excuse to eat that last piece of chocolate cake, yum, though it is probably a bit more like Old MacDonalds place to be honest.
See you soon
I am farming sheep and goats on the Dordogne/Gironde border with my husband and our 3 children. We have an on farm butchery and sell our meat direct to the public via the markets and delivery points in our local area