An edible lawnmower
Arse. I’ve dented the back door of the Landy and bent the rear ladder. Not too bad though but it was my own fault. I was picking up the livestock trailer to move the sheep between fields and I didn’t secure it to the tow-ball properly. It popped off and the trailer gave me a metallic slap on the backside. Oh well. At least the trailer is ok (which is just as well as we’ve been borrowing it).
Oh, and another thing. You wouldn’t believe how long it takes to clean out a trailer after sheep have been in it. Flipping dung just welds itself to the chequer-plate. I’m beginning to understand why farmers’ have a reputation for being grumpy sods – even the simplest tasks seem end up being twice as much work and take twice as long as you think they ought to. To those who have romantic notions of a small holding and self-sufficiency, be prepared for some hard, smelly graft.
Anyway, the lambs have been weighed. The biggest are around 35kgs so still 5 kilos to go before we take them to the abattoir. Yes, folks they are cute and fluffy (and greasy) but as a meat-eater I have to face the reality of where my food comes from.
- Sean
