A 'cast' ewe is a 'correct' ewe, which means that she is correct in the mouth (i.e still has teeth, therefore can eat and sustain herself) and the 'vessel' (i.e no signs of mastitis, can still rear a lamb). He was quite pleased with the price he got which was considerably higher than the £2 he saw them going for in Fort William on Friday. Instead of buying me a new hat though, he came home with an electric acoustic guitar (for Daughter I assume).
I disappeared on Sunday for a few days away so haven't got any photographs of the collecting up of the cast ewes, or of Coco getting out of the van at the mart on Monday and of Farmer's anxious face as he tried to get her back in. She still hasn't developed a recall button.
Instead of sheep... some Irish photographs instead.
Stooks, just before Letterkenny in Co. Donegal.
An evening view of Lough Swilly.
Fishing on the river at Ramelton. (Love the parked tractor!).
And on the way home, the first sight of land (from the sea) was Ailsa Craig, seen here from the A77 once we had landed and I was heading north.
Home. It has been a week of still and dry weather.
These hoggs are on the run. In the wrong place and caught by Farmer.
Farmer went bracken cutting this morning. And this afternoon he harvested in the veg garden.
Tiny sweet beetroots.
Not quite ready in the Keder.
Sage in the polytunnel, and a basket full of sweet peas and hidden yellow tomatoes.
In the corner of the garden, nearest to Shian, the cardoons are flowering.