Just for Fun

Anyone remember Kelly?

It's enough to give a horse a complex....

... chatting to a bird that is bigger than herself...

2014 Ducklings Snoozing in a Sunbeam

Goat Kids a Day or Two Old.

 Above is our first-born goatling, a couple of days old and the apple of his mother's eye.

The twins, born nearly two weeks later, weren't quite so lucky. Here they are just a few hours old. Mum has washed them off, to be fair to her, but now they look clean and tidy she figures that her job has been done, and she can get on with the more serious job of eating. It soon becomes clear that these boys will spend the whole of their childhood chasing their milk supply and snatching it whilst they can.

Kittens Ready to Leave Mum Soon

Five little bundles of fuff ready to leave Mum in a couple of weeks. Two ginger, one black or possibly darkest tabby, and two creamy coloured with Siamese type points. Mum is quarter Siamese, Dad half Siamese. The last photo shows one with parents. The kittens are about 3 weeks old in these photos, and just beginning to look for a way out of their basket and into the wider world!

Alresford Show 2013

Spot and Mia, the terrible Lleyn twins that I bottle reared through 2012, are all grown up and "normal" sheep now - or are they? Exhibiting the usual wayward behaviour of cade lambs, they still have no fear of, or respect for, their human slaves.

True to form, Spot enjoyed her day in the limelight and was justly proud of the 4th prize rosette the two shearlings were awarded in the PAIRS class. Mia, however, has a stubborn streak... Mia will do exactly what Mia wants to do - or else go into spoiled child syndrome and throw a massive sulk

So the moment I opened the pen gate to lead the two into the arena, that behaviour shone forth. Spot leapt forward towards the party with total enthusiasm and a fair turn of speed. Mia declined the invitation. With Spot on the end of her lead and through the second gate into the arena, Mia threw herself onto the ground in her pen gateway.. With a pocket full of food, I coaxed, pleaded, pushed, pulled and lifted. But when I hauled the back end up, the front end slumped on the ground. When I pulled the head up, the back end collapsed... And hungry she was not! It was Spot's incessant bleatings of complaint and usual impatience that finally allowed her to permit being half dragged and half carried into the line-up, where she buried her head between her knees. But luck was with us - we were not asked to move again until Spot's sweetest smile had influenced the judge, and leaving the ring was far easier than entering it...

 

That left the rest of the day to be enjoyed. So Spot played up to her admiring public and rushed back into the ring for the "Meet the Sheep" event, whilst Mia preferred to keep her nose firmly planted on the ground...  But was she pleased to go? Of course not! Obviously warming to the whole idea of a party, she dug her heels in once more, being the last of our little group to be dragged back into the trailer.