Hello Mr Rock and Roll

Or maybe more Mr Punk. But either way, the sheep were moved back to the top field where trees abound to give shelter. They decided to set up a spontaneous gathering at the nearest gate while I was supposed to be sorting the cows (spreading out more straw and ensuring they have hay and water). I may have been one field away but when you are aware you are being watched by multiple onlookers, you decide it might be worth heeding their silent pleas and go open a gate.

This was after a wee incident in the byre though. See, before the Crofter left for work I was back in the tractor seat to ensure full confidence in getting bales into the byre. Not a difficult task, just when you get full risk aversion due to carrying a Micro Crofter, any potential for tripping a tractor or other damage starts to be a potential threat. Now, I know this dip in confidence will return but nature has a way to avoid placing us in danger. But it can be a problem with ‘normal’ tasks. So, on Sunday straw was placed in the byre by myself which went smoothly enough. A hay bale was upturned to minimise me heaving bales into position. The straw bale just needed to be spread out today. The hay bale however, had taken a turn for the worst. As the cows chomped through it, it tipped back away from their feeding line. I had promised the Crofter I would not man handle any full bales while he was gone. He didn’t say anything about half bales right enough. And considering we use to have to tip whole bales every week before we got a tractor with a front loader, I looked at it and thought, ‘aye, should be fine’.

Maybe not. And before I have a team of Manual Handling Experts come at me for it, I just tried giving it some welly from my shoulder. No abdo muscles or misusing a pregnancy bump. And quickly decided that this wasn’t an option at 36 weeks. Problem solving was used (yes, I could phone a friend or two but I’d rather save that requirement for when I need help and have no way of getting by). So, I’ll just be pulling hay off the sides until light enough to tip back. Everyone happy (well, until the Crofter reads this and finds out).

Once the cows were back in and sorted, it was on to the sheep. Simple task of walking over to far field to open gate. Well, it left like I was 16 hours into a days Munro bagging trip and still had four to go. Waterproofs, insulated wellies, layers, all made it more of a waddle and not an easy one. Breathing can be hard with so little space but the eyes see it as a quick and easy job. Think basic tasks are going to get harder in the next few weeks so here’s hoping for mild weather and a baby who waits until the Crofter returns home.

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