Sorrowful Skies
This last week the cloud hung low over the Carse and lambs appeared in and out of ghostly mists. It's been a strange old time here at the farm. The sad passing of the Queen a surreal bookend to a week that has seen us mourning two good friends lost too soon. We are lucky to have the relative peace of the farm, the monotony of hen house deep cleaning and long walks to check stock. All offer time for quiet reflection and internal conversations about the meaning of it all and the reminder of how precious time is.
We had friends from Shetland staying, a stop off en route to University drop offs, and we were grateful for not only the distraction but the extra pairs of hands. The polytunnel has been stripped bare, removing opportunities for flea beetles to overwinter, and the hen house is ready for the next flock of Leckie Layers. We've got 900 arriving tomorrow to settle in before they start laying mid October.
Looking ahead to next week we've got highland beef coming back from the butchers at the end of the week - so last chance for beef box orders from this batch...
We will also be reminding ourselves that whilst clouds come and go the sky and sun are always there. It's just harder to see them sometimes.








