The good and the not so good on the farm today. But mainly good.
Look carefully and you can make out a vixen staring back at me, while just around the corner two fox cubs frolicked together. Lovely to see when they’re miles from home, but rather less welcome when they’re close to the yard and my hens.
Wild roses cascade from the hedgerow, reminding me of Alexandra Rose Day at school when pupils would raise money by holding competitions such as “guess the weight of the cake”
and we’d pin a paper rose just like this on our blazer.
Two of my ducks are sitting on eggs. This duck is amongst the stinging nettles in a nest made of down and feathers and every time she leaves to take a dip in the pond, she carefully covers up her eggs. The other duck is in the duck house, where she’s piled up a tower of straw and shredded paper that she sits atop. This morning I found two eggs moved from one of the nests, lying in the duck pen. One had been holed and the contents eaten, the other smashed to reveal a half formed duckling. Crow or rat?
Best of all, the sun is shining!