29/03/2026
Lambing for this last batch kicked off last week and, Iâll be honest, it didnât get off to the best start. Thatâs farming for you. Thankfully things have picked up, and now when you walk into the polytunnel youâre greeted by a full choir of hungry voices. The lambs give you their highâpitched bleets, the ewes đanswer with their deeper âmaaaasâ, and everyone demands food like they havenât eaten in weeks. The silence afterwards is absolute bliss.
Mostly twins so far, and then one of the Cheviots decided to show off and produced triplets â and big ones at that. Been a bit hectic the last few days with lambs coming thick and fast, and the shepherd is certainly feeling it. Sleep đ´has been more of a rumour than a reality â they always seem to prefer making their entrance in the small hours â and the nights have started to blur into one long round of checks, feeds, and strawâtopping. But when dawn breaks and youâre looking at a row of healthy lambs tucked in beside their mums, it somehow feels worth every blearyâeyed hour. There is a picture of where some of the lambs now prefer to sleep with Mum watching over.
I also wanted to share a little moment with Miss Muscovy. She was born here on the farm â her mum was Mrs Muscovy and her dad was Elvis â and sheâs the last Muscovy we have. Sheâs always been fiercely independent, flying in and out of the pen whenever it suited her, but always home for bedtime. Then one day the hens attacked her very badly around the eye (hens can be terrible bullies when theyâre sorting out their âpecking orderâ), and suddenly she decided humans werenât so bad after all and let me take care of her. Now sheâll even eat out of my hand⌠but only when she feels like it. I keep telling her to stand up for herself, but she just waddles away like a little old lady whoâs had enough of everyoneâs nonsense.
And hereâs your fun fact of the day: Muscovy ducks donât quack. The males make a low hissing sound, and the females do a soft little trill. When theyâre happy or excited, they wag their tails just like dogs. And, surprisingly, theyâre actually more closely related to geese than to the mallardâtype ducks most people know.
Life on the farm â never dull, always noisy, and full of characters.