03-03-2012, 04:45 PM
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Today I should have stayed in bed. Last night when I went to shut the birds up should have been an indication as the ducks were out of their pen.
I was on my own, Em was away at a wedding and Milly has broken her leg and is as much use as a chocolate fireguard.
This last two weeks haven't done a lot with the horses as they have been coughing due to a virus so was just going to turn them all out.
First thing I let the birds out. We have several large pens as we breed different varieties. Turkeys, chicken and ducks.
Fed all 17 horses, they all come in at night. Changed indoor rugs for outdoor on those that wear them.
Put hay out in the paddocks. Turn the horses out. So far so good. Lovely day, forecast was heavy showers but sun was out and quite warm.
I gather a load of cable ties to go mend the fence which has been cut with the strimmer last summer and now the grass is dead darn ducks are doing a mass escape.
Ducks are still in the right pen. I start tying the wire where it is broken. I had my kneeling pads on but the ground is wet and soon it is seeping through the pads. Go get a polythene feed sack.
The rooster who lives in that pen is following me curiously, he pecks at the ties and tries one after another.
I am about halfway along the stretch. All of a sudden the rooster dives under me - he is friendly as a rule but not usually that close! I then realise that the new Maran rooster has come through the adjoining fence and is on the attack. I get scratches and spurred s I grab the intruder. As I try to get up, holding intruder in both hands the other bird takes revenge. More blood.
Put intruder back, get cable ties to fix the wire. By the time I have finished the ducks are going out through a hole further along the part fixed fence.
Round ducks up. Finish fence.
Darn me if another rooster a little Araucana is in the duck pen.
Now, with fowl little equals fast. Up and down the fence we go, he is faster than me and I refuse to dive at him.
Go get the Labrador. Point out the bird and in less than two seconds she has him caught. Chuck him over the fence and fix that one.
By this time best part of the morning has gone.
Mechanic arrives to do the brakes on my truck.
Start mucking out.
Friend phones to say he will pick up the last six lambs for slaughter. Go out to bring them in only to find the six have got in with the rest of the flock. No problems, bring them all in and the sort.
Two dogs, my old Border Collie and GSD.
All goes well sheep coming in nice and steady. Then the young horses decide it is fun to scatter them all. Regather and finally get them all into the loose area of the barn where the young horses are loose at night,
Get some hurdles and make a pen in the aisle. Get all sheep into pen and close it tighter.
Manage to get the six lambs out into the barn. Release the other to go back out.
Now, anyone who has dealt with sheep will know that they are forever peeing and pooping and sheep poop is sticky and slick.
I remove the pen which was in the middle of the aisle and erect it by the little door where Dave can back the trailer up to it. All is fine until one decides to double back. I grab and it (being nearly as big as its mother) tows me down the aisle. I almost had it when my feet hit the wet and slippery where the others had been. I went flat on my back and the other five gallop over me.
Call the GSD, she soon drives them into the pen.
Load sheep, make a hot drink for all and grab a sandwich. Well past breakfast and lunch.
I still have to finish the mucking out but decide to take the dogs for a walk. (12 of them)
Return to finish the barns.
Finally got the lot done. Grab another drink and start bringing the horses in.
Go feed the dogs.
Back down to shut the now in their own enclosures, birds up and feed.
Put some pasta on to cook. GSD missing. I had probably shut her in the barn or one of the pens. Can't find her. Call and whistle, no return.
Here some banging and scrabbling, one of the youngsters is cast. Get a couple of ropes and haul him back over. He has about 30' x 40' to roll yet he is always getting cast! He lies still whilst I hook ropes round his legs and relaxed when I pull only moving when he is coming over. He gets up and wanders off.
Don't know where GSD was but she appears.
As I walk back so I hear the fire alarm going off. Pasta has boiled dry and is burning to the bottom of the pan. Even the Lab refuses to lick it out when it was cooled off.
So, resort to scrambles eggs.
To tomorrow is another day.