The big thing about Cockatrice Farm in the last couple of months is that it has been wet. We got 80mm of rain over Christmas, 35mm at new year, a few more dribs and drabs, then another 35mm last Saturday.
That last one was a storm, with hail, which flooded the paddocks and the front yard of the guest house.
Some of our dams are full, and the others are doing a lot better than they were during that hot and dry spring.
Tig and Will discovered that the water from the big shed wasn’t going into the shed tank. They have fixed this now, and the recent storm made an excellent addition to our water reserves. Unfortunately, the hail blocked the house gutters and some of the storm went over the sides rather than into the big tank.
Domino the brood mare continues to become gradually more friendly. Gawaine the foal is nearly 4 months old, and he’s a charming little (huge??) fellow.
Heather the cow is very big and round, and has a full udder of milk. I was convinced that she would calve during the Twelfth Night event, perhaps during the Laurels’ meeting. But still no action there.
Tig and Will have been interacting with the alpacas, such that the younger one (Viggo) will now eat out of their hands.
We have some more baby chickens from the incubator, both Light Sussex and Silkies. Plus (and this is a bit unusual) one of the Light Sussex hens has a clutch of eggs due to hatch shortly.
We still have an excess of ducks, and should probably eat some more soon.
At Twelfth Night, we arranged to have the cathedral bells rung just after the coronation court. Which sounded great if you were outside the hall, which many were.
One of the bellringers, Jan, asked for some more information on the SCA and looks like getting involved. This is a big plus as she seems to be an expert with horses, and indeed with sewing.
She came out with a couple of her kids on the weekend, and we had a fun time. Her son Shane got into armour and had a bit of a bash with wwoofer Robin. Shane turned out to have a fine defence, and Robin had some really impressive sword manoeuvres. If we could splice the two of them, the combined unit would swiftly be King.
POSTSCRIPT – after writing this, we got home to see a little brown smudge next to Heather the cow. The calf had just been born, and the afterbirth was still coming. A little wet and wobbly thing.
We went down later with a bucket of oats for the proud mum. The calf looks like its mum, in creamy highland cattle colours, though it’s half something else. Didn’t get a full look, but I think she’s a girl, and I’ve called her Tasty