It's silly season again. No sooner have the clocks changed than worklife expands to fill daylight hours. Lambing is well underway. Calves are popping out left, right and centre. The scaffolding went up, shortly followed by the solar panels. 835 hedging plants arrived and are now in the ground for this year's hedgerow. Nights seem short, but the problem is so do the days. It always feels the same at this time of year - never quite enough hours to get everything done.
But we must be thankful. So far we aren't seeing too many lambs (or calves) with Schmallenberg problems. It has been such a relief after the worry of the last few months - we're only 6 days in and don't want to jinx ourselves but it feels like we can breathe a bit easier. The weather has been amazing - no rain at all and wall to wall sunshine. It's hard to explain how much of a difference it makes for both the new borns in the field, and for team spirits. The cold east wind has meant we still need to be vigilant - out super early to bring in anything chilled to the warmer. But this week despite our hourly checks of the fields the gateways are mud free, our wellies are mud free and the 'hospital' pens in the byre remain, for the moment, relatively under-utilised.
The school holidays have just started but weirdly the usual curse on the weather hasn't kicked in and the forecast for the next week looks much the same but warmer. As the lamb pens in the shed keep up a regular cycle of needing emptied, cleaned and re-stocked with fresh straw the extra pairs of hands from our home grown child labourers will be welcome. Fergus is reporting he's already lost a few pounds and as both sheep and lambs are caught in the fields my daily step count has jumped up whilst muscles I haven't used for a while remind me they are there. And most importantly there is a new arrival at the other end of the farm - the safe arrival of Archie, born to Struan and Martina. It really is the season of new beginnings.