The Blackies who were supposed to have eggs which fed us, scurried their supplies away and had babies instead so now I have to feed them. I love it when a plan doesn't come together. She is doing remarkably well for a first time hatcher and had 13 chicks, sadly only 11 left now. Aren't they tiny.
So we are entering a chaotic period where all I do is eat, sleep and worry about whether I have made enough Cumberland sausages. It is the first Christmas Market this Sunday for us in Brossac and the weather is looking dry, though not sunny for Sunday, fingers crossed for a good one. Patrick has offered to come home again this weekend and help out it might be a good opportunity for him to see if he can cook a roast dinner as he had mentioned last weekend that maybe it was time to learn. If he does you can have pictures next week.
Saw some more of my lovely Crane friends migrating south today to sunnier climes. Did you know that there are 26 sleeps until the days start to lengthen again. Yippee.
See you at a market somewhere
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