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taking a cue from others with their own threads....and upon a suggestion of a friend whom i keep 'entertained'
so today.....up at the sheds at 6am to check for lambings although we're not supposed to start for a month....just a single....penned it up and back for school run....youngest daughter 'cinders'....13 yrs old and into her 4th yr as a teenager....not that she's 'peaked yet'......mrs spin on airport run taking eldest daughter (her highness) for next set of travels in her 'gaap yaar'.....did school run but on way home found our helper (also on school run) conked out....said 'don't worry we'll manage'.......translated really as 'f**king hell i'm in sh!t'
so to the farm...fed round....just time to go through the fat lambs before i take mum to oap centre for bath/haircut.....she hates it BTW ...'i'm the only one with any marbles....don't leave me there to long'....anyhow our helper arrives thank fudge...goes round with the bottles/does lambing pens while i go through the 'fats'....just finished (12 selected) when i hear a massive grunt from lambing shed and arrive to see a lamb hanging ot of a ewe but with head still inside....just in time...got her in a pen (she'll have another) ......but a 'crash' alerts me that something is not ok at the fat shed and i arrive to see the last of the 36 lambs not selected heading off to the fields.....turning round mum is there on her gator telling me it's time to go
so off to the oap centre with further reminders to pick her up on time.....back to the farm helper wants to know what to do about the lambs...'on the lamb'....meanwhile the ewe has had her second....i decide to let the escapees alone for time being.....helper leaves...i look round and a wilt drops a lamb....pen her up and back off to pick up mum.....mum's in a grump 'they were playing bingo'.....'oh' i said 'how did that go?'....'i didn't bloody well play' was the retort.....back to farm...wilt has had second
LUNCH....well 10 mins....watched them loose money on bargin hunt and time to load 12 lambs for abbatoir .....postie arrives....last bunch did ok......another grunt from lambing shed as loading....texel x drops one....penned up....off to abbatoir.....my fave radio show...radio norfolks 'fudge i cant remember the name'....anyhow turns out it's all 70's rubbish.....try my rave cd.....ecxept the years of coffee spills finally have taken their toll and the buttons are all gummed up....70's music it is then
arrive at the abbatoir....time for a bit of banter with lairage chap....who i know is a keen fisherman
'hello mark (name changed to protect his innocence)....lovely day like this i thought you'd be fishing'....but mark's face darkened...'sore point james..i was supposed to be off today but they've sent sid to newark so i had to come in'.....thats my foot in it again
back to farm still with some bloomin psydelic crap on radio......arriving back the escaped lambs ....having decided 'grass is not really what we want'...are back in the yard busy turning their noses up at the hay/fodder beet....waiting for the gator to deliver some conc...at least they were easily caught........though i've just remembered i havn't fixed the feed barrier properly....so they'll probably be out tommoz....tex x has had another
back in lambing shed....difficult lambing...dead twins....poor old girl....but give her a triplet to cheer her up hopefully
right....last check round then canaries on ifollow
so today.....up at the sheds at 6am to check for lambings although we're not supposed to start for a month....just a single....penned it up and back for school run....youngest daughter 'cinders'....13 yrs old and into her 4th yr as a teenager....not that she's 'peaked yet'......mrs spin on airport run taking eldest daughter (her highness) for next set of travels in her 'gaap yaar'.....did school run but on way home found our helper (also on school run) conked out....said 'don't worry we'll manage'.......translated really as 'f**king hell i'm in sh!t'
so to the farm...fed round....just time to go through the fat lambs before i take mum to oap centre for bath/haircut.....she hates it BTW ...'i'm the only one with any marbles....don't leave me there to long'....anyhow our helper arrives thank fudge...goes round with the bottles/does lambing pens while i go through the 'fats'....just finished (12 selected) when i hear a massive grunt from lambing shed and arrive to see a lamb hanging ot of a ewe but with head still inside....just in time...got her in a pen (she'll have another) ......but a 'crash' alerts me that something is not ok at the fat shed and i arrive to see the last of the 36 lambs not selected heading off to the fields.....turning round mum is there on her gator telling me it's time to go
so off to the oap centre with further reminders to pick her up on time.....back to the farm helper wants to know what to do about the lambs...'on the lamb'....meanwhile the ewe has had her second....i decide to let the escapees alone for time being.....helper leaves...i look round and a wilt drops a lamb....pen her up and back off to pick up mum.....mum's in a grump 'they were playing bingo'.....'oh' i said 'how did that go?'....'i didn't bloody well play' was the retort.....back to farm...wilt has had second
LUNCH....well 10 mins....watched them loose money on bargin hunt and time to load 12 lambs for abbatoir .....postie arrives....last bunch did ok......another grunt from lambing shed as loading....texel x drops one....penned up....off to abbatoir.....my fave radio show...radio norfolks 'fudge i cant remember the name'....anyhow turns out it's all 70's rubbish.....try my rave cd.....ecxept the years of coffee spills finally have taken their toll and the buttons are all gummed up....70's music it is then
arrive at the abbatoir....time for a bit of banter with lairage chap....who i know is a keen fisherman
'hello mark (name changed to protect his innocence)....lovely day like this i thought you'd be fishing'....but mark's face darkened...'sore point james..i was supposed to be off today but they've sent sid to newark so i had to come in'.....thats my foot in it again
back to farm still with some bloomin psydelic crap on radio......arriving back the escaped lambs ....having decided 'grass is not really what we want'...are back in the yard busy turning their noses up at the hay/fodder beet....waiting for the gator to deliver some conc...at least they were easily caught........though i've just remembered i havn't fixed the feed barrier properly....so they'll probably be out tommoz....tex x has had another
back in lambing shed....difficult lambing...dead twins....poor old girl....but give her a triplet to cheer her up hopefully
right....last check round then canaries on ifollow