As the first sliver of the new moon rose above the tree line last night I was thinking about what a wonder the night time sky has been this last week. Yes, the days with their beautiful blue skies and cold crisp temperatures have been lovely, but the nights? They have been something else. We are blessed here to have dark skies with little artificial light pollution, so on a clear night the trees provide their own silhouettes. Last night we had an unwelcome call out of deep slumber thanks to an escaped pig. As you might imagine there was much huffing and puffing as we got dressed to head out. It all felt worth it to realise Orion was right there, hanging low above the steading.
We've had plenty of dark o'clock activity this week as we get ready for the hen changeovers. The larger house was collected up in the early hours of yesterday morning. Our strategy of red head lamps and darkness worked a treat, letting us move quietly about the hens who were still sleepy and roosting . I wasn't sure how long it would take to get all 825 of them into cases to be re-homed. It's surprising what 4 people looking forward to breakfast can do in 2 hours!
The hens however aren't the only part of the team shipping out. Next weekend sees our eldest heading off to study in New Zealand for a term. An amazing opportunity to have an adventure of a lifetime, but as the departure day gets closer my motherly nerves feel a bit more frayed. It seems odd that she wont see the same night sky as us for a few months - but it won't stop me looking up.