Bullock on the loose continued…Poor frightened bullock is ready to flee, panicked as he is all alone. So next step is to bring back some of his buddies, who are already happily grazing on the other side of the pond in a field full of lovely grass, while he was on the run.Nothing will coax any of them out, and I waste 15 minutes shaking a bucket of cattle cake. That usually works, but they are not leaving, no way heading away from the lush field.
Another field across the bridleway, Holes Ground, holds the bull with his seven cows and four calves born in the spring. They were all put together a couple of weeks ago. Frazzle Dazzle is doing his work. This is the only work he does. (Many men say they would like to come back in the next life as a Highland bull). Two cows get quickly commandeered to bring back the crazed bullock. They happily follow me out while I shake a bucket of cake. All is fine, the bullock comes down to see his friends, they bat him around for a little while, but then all return to Holes Ground. Job done, taking one and half hours instead of 15 minutes.
Bees situation is still a bit dicey, but getting sorted. Fantastic bee people spent two hours on Tuesday evening transferring bees into two nuclei. Queen cells on frames in the other hives were moved in with these renegade bees. And, magic happened. They have settled down and are happy bees again. I know this because I was instructed to have a look yesterday and, fully kitted out in husband’s bee suit, I had a peek. The only mistake was not lighting the smoker, so bees were a bit annoyed, but I stayed calm, did my inspection and got the heck out of there. (I don’t quite know why, but bees stay calmer when they are puffed with smoke from a specially made bee-smoker).
This Saturday our village has their annual summer fete. Funds raised support our village hall (old building, expensive to maintain) and our church (REALLY old building - 12th century!). I run the Teas in the Hall and it takes much effort to get organised. The build-up to Saturday seems to occupy us all this week. But I was still determined to get my lambs penned, feet checked, etc.
That doesn’t sound too complicated. I have 16 lambs, 16 times 4 is 64 feet to trim. My sheep are simply gorgeous and I love them. Most of them are also very greedy so shake a bucket of sheep nuts and they come running.
Jo Stover has daily adventures on her small farm, together with her Highland cattle and Portland sheep, bees, a few hens, dogs, and some two-legged family and friends.