A hard day’s work in meetings and at the computer has to end as the pigs are squealing for their food and the ponies need taking off the rich spring grass.
Head down I set about my tasks. Pig feed is measured out into a bucket while collected rainwater is transfered to a large black bin ready to be barrowed round to the pig’s field where I keep a large water container for topping up their water supply. The pigs are pleased to see me. I like to think that they really are pleased to see me but of course really, they are really pleased to see the food bucket.
After giving them some more bedding and checking the fencing, I bid the pigs goodnight and set off to find the horses. I pass the orchard and see that the last of the apple blossom has gone. It has been abundant this year, which hopefully means that there will be a crop that reflects this in the autumn.
At the entrance to the orchard is a gate leaning on a dry stone wall with a gate post, independently, also propped up against the wall. I bought the gate post over a year ago ready to set and attach the gate to it. Unset, the gate has to be lifted into a position to provide a barrier.
Despite calling the ponies they remain munching the rich grass that, un-moderated, will draw them to their maker. In due course they are caught and returned to sparse pasture overnight. Another of threat to their welfare, ragwort, has re-appeared in a couple of places and so I do a tour of the fields with a barrow to stop its progress.
Last task is to transplant 4 pumpkin plants to their final destinations underneath the fruit trees in front of the barn.
I started the evening stressing about jobs.