The last two bales came home from the fields in between wet weather showers. Counting bales farmer J reckons another ten are needed in case of emergency so his hoping the weather will let him cut half of our middle field before the moon changes and rain puts a stop to hay making.
I dug up the new potatoes in the poly tunnel, I seem to of grown mutant ones some of them are huge. It must of been the chicken manure I dug in.
Maude and Mabel, the Muscovy ducks are still spending their time inside the barn, I still keep ushering them out, they still keep waddling back in the minute my back is turned. I also found out our large white male is not a Muscovy but a Mulard, a sterile Muscovy/ Peking cross which is why he may be so much bigger than the girls - and I will not get any ducklings from them, not that they have laid an egg yet.
The Sunday morning market up in Najac has started to fill up with stalls and tourists.We had coffee this morning at a new bar/restaurant run by a young couple Master F worked with last year at the camp site, didn't fancy the tripe with a glass of red wine for breakfast (a Sunday morning Aveyronaise special). With this weekend being the first of the summer holidays the gites are full. The donkeys, pet pigs and chickens are looking pleased knowing a few carrots and scraps will be coming their way.
The cute little bunnies are becoming a nightmare, uprooting the veggies and nibbling lettuces in the poly tunnel, even a burrow has appeared in one of the gites raised beds. More french marigolds have been brought in the hope that their scent really does deter those rabbits.
I dug up the new potatoes in the poly tunnel, I seem to of grown mutant ones some of them are huge. It must of been the chicken manure I dug in.
Maude and Mabel, the Muscovy ducks are still spending their time inside the barn, I still keep ushering them out, they still keep waddling back in the minute my back is turned. I also found out our large white male is not a Muscovy but a Mulard, a sterile Muscovy/ Peking cross which is why he may be so much bigger than the girls - and I will not get any ducklings from them, not that they have laid an egg yet.
The Sunday morning market up in Najac has started to fill up with stalls and tourists.We had coffee this morning at a new bar/restaurant run by a young couple Master F worked with last year at the camp site, didn't fancy the tripe with a glass of red wine for breakfast (a Sunday morning Aveyronaise special). With this weekend being the first of the summer holidays the gites are full. The donkeys, pet pigs and chickens are looking pleased knowing a few carrots and scraps will be coming their way.
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