One of the hardest things about January - other than the short daylight hours that seem to fail to lengthen AT ALL - is the lack of colour. The red bursts of holly berries are long gone. The fields are dull brown. The sky 100 shades of grey. Hurrah for the blue skies of the last week then, hurrah for the deep oranges of the sunsets and pinks of the sunrises and hurrah for all our brightly coloured sheep who flocked through the yards for their pregnancy scans.
They were even more colourful by the end - orange dots on shoulders for those expecting a single lamb, a dot on the rump for triplet mothers. At first it's a slick operation - 493 sheep scanned in 2 1/2 hours. But then the longer job of running everything back through the yards again and splitting the expectant mothers into groups of singles, twins and triplets. From there they are put back out to fields where their diets and condition are carefully monitored upto our busy lambing period in April.
It might not be colourful but our new boiler flue is definitely shiny, Most importantly it seems to work so we only had a temporary heating loss. The painting in the farmstay rental looks great and we're looking forward to reopening next week with a busy season ahead. And whilst the blue skies seemed to have turned back to grey this weekend I can spot the tips of the first snowdrops about to give us the first flowers of spring. It feels like some colour is on its way.