It is too, and so that we get the message about summer being on the way, today has decided to give us a foretaste of that with a brilliant cloudless sky, and temperatures forecast to hit 27 degrees by early afternoon. They were already into the 20s when I finished breakfast around 8.30. So, for first time this season, I opened the side door into the cat park and left it that way. Thunder adores having it open so he doesn’t have to use his cat door, he’s busily coming and going, and out on the lawn the hens are squabbling over who gets most space in their dust bowl as they spread out like untidy feather dusters to enjoy the warmth and fluff dust through their feathers.
The only ones that are going to be unhappy about this will be the sheep. I wanted to have them shorn the last two weekends but one weekend was incredibly windy, and the next was wet – you can’t shear wet sheep. (Why? Because the shearer isn’t keen on manhandling soggy sheep, and also the shears can drag and catch in the wool, cutting the sheep, and producing poor fleeces.) This weekend too is forecast to be wet, so I’m hoping to arrange it for the weekend after and if that one is going to be wet the flock can darn well all come in under cover the previous night. They don’t like having to spend a night in the confined space of the shearing pen but they’ll like even less still having all their wool on as temperatures go up…and up. So, it’s a gorgeous day, the thing about that being, after a string of hot cloudless days, us farmers will be howling for rain…you can’t please all of the people all of the time, and definitely not us farmers.
My, My, My, It’s Beautiful Day
2 November 2012
It is too, and so that we get the message about summer being on the way, today has decided to give us a foretaste of that with a brilliant cloudless sky, and temperatures forecast to hit 27 degrees by early afternoon. They were already into the 20s when I finished breakfast around 8.30. So, for first time this season, I opened the side door into the cat park and left it that way. Thunder adores having it open so he doesn’t have to use his cat door, he’s busily coming and going, and out on the lawn the hens are squabbling over who gets most space in their dust bowl as they spread out like untidy feather dusters to enjoy the warmth and fluff dust through their feathers.
The only ones that are going to be unhappy about this will be the sheep. I wanted to have them shorn the last two weekends but one weekend was incredibly windy, and the next was wet – you can’t shear wet sheep. (Why? Because the shearer isn’t keen on manhandling soggy sheep, and also the shears can drag and catch in the wool, cutting the sheep, and producing poor fleeces.) This weekend too is forecast to be wet, so I’m hoping to arrange it for the weekend after and if that one is going to be wet the flock can darn well all come in under cover the previous night. They don’t like having to spend a night in the confined space of the shearing pen but they’ll like even less still having all their wool on as temperatures go up…and up. So, it’s a gorgeous day, the thing about that being, after a string of hot cloudless days, us farmers will be howling for rain…you can’t please all of the people all of the time, and definitely not us farmers.