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It has not stopped raining all day. As I type this, sitting with a large glass of white wine, I have just hung up my third totally drenched raincoat and woolly hat for the day in the hopes they will dry by tomorrow.
Not even the ducks are enjoying today.
And we turned the heating on to cheer ourselves up.
No one has done much, in the Sheep Department. They just wander in and out of their two sheds deciding where to shelter.
There is green grass outside and, if anyone is hungry, they can go and find it. I am not putting out haynets for sheep this time of year. I did tell them.
But there is always the possibility of the odd biccie in my pocket!
Especially for the lovely smiley sheeple. Aww ‘Bert. Be still my beating heart.
On the dogwalk, I opened up two pieces of old grassland for the Minions to graze. I’m just back from leading Fivla, with Albie and Newt running behind, around the track to a place where the flooding burn (stream) was crossable, so they could get to the grass too. They were very grateful. I think they had taken one look at the flooding and decided against going over but I had taken one trekking pole with me and could find the best place to cross. The rest had already found the grass.
Fivla was so happy she did a little buck and cantered off up the hill to the new grass. I couldn’t photograph this as a) it was persisting with rain and b) I didn’t have any more hands but I did smile at the wee buck. She’s still got it, I thought.
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