It's been fantastic weather here in southern Ireland for the last couple of weeks. I have even been too busy to write the blog. But don't worry other blog writers. I always find time to read yours.
We have been topping and spraying and harrowing and trying to make the smallholding look like it's loved again. We have even managed to sit on the benches on the patio (made for nowt) and have a few drinks, (Sangria and Newcastle (not together) Brown Ale!). Whilst watching the bay and the farmers harvesting silage in the distant fields. We also sampled our first 'Orla' new potatoes last week. They are about the size of a pigeons egg and tasted fantastic. You can't beat fresh and homegrown food.
Any road. Maggie the Ford 4000. Came home with a crooked exhaust the other day. Number one son had been topping in the 'Corn Field' (all our fields have names) which doesn't have any corn growing in it and he caught her exhaust under a Blackthorn bush.
When I first started smallholding. Once was tempted to go round the fields and cut down any overgrown branches. Then I realised that cattle use the branches for sheltering from the rain and sun and having a scratch and eating the Ivy. So I decided to leave the branches alone. Maggie needs a new exhaust (second hand probably) and now I am not so sure.
This morning (Monday) I went for my morning mile saunter to see if they cattle and the Shetland pony were OK? I traipsed up and down the fields looking for them in the pouring rain and very blustery wind. Eventually I found them all sticking their noses out, under some OVERGROWN Blackthorn branches. They look at me with facial expressions that seemed to say:
"What's he want?
"Wouldn't you think he'd get some shelter under these overgrown Blackthorn branches?"
You just can't win, can you?
Will post a picture of 'Maggie' the tractor, when it stops raining. Free Nitrogen from above?