Friday turned cold, as predicted and several jobs got done in the just in time category. We are still without a phone line but a nice man from BT called Steve phoned work to say he would fix it one day. Then it snowed, no doubt delaying things. The rayburn was beaten into shape by the SAS of rayburn repairpeople, another Steve who restored central heating and hot water to the cottage when we needed it most. Mr Fox thought that chicken dinners were boring and has gone for a more exotic flavour breaking up the partnership with Laurel and Hardy, Laurel is missing presumed eaten.
Its been a snow sport weekend, I managed to get Miranda well and truly stuck almost on her side in a massive drift, thankfully the height of the snow bank stopped her from going over into the ditch and after much panic, lots of apologising and promising to be good forever more (plus copious amounts of Celtic language) Miranda struggled back onto the dirt track along a series of vet beds and old blankets.
Little t learned the art of sledging, and the value of looking behind you.
On the subject of sledging the dogs were keen to rescue us from our fate.
The no lambs this year policy is in tatters as Easter threw two lovely ewe lambs yesterday, thankfully I had anticipated the weather drama and rounded up the little flockers so they were all cosy in the stable. Easter is in poor shape after the birth and I didn't hold out much hope for the new arrivals as despite the luxury of the stables it was bitter cold. Couple that with zero milk from Easter saw a frantic excavation of boxes and containers at the back of the pantry looking for Colostrum powder, success in that search meant that Fanta and Chardonney survived the night.
That and being kept in doors by the woodburner!
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