We have had a couple of days of pretty heavy rain, and so the harrows are sitting in the yard, waiting. The ground is too wet at the moment.
With only 70kgs of cattle cake left in the shed, Farmer has decided to continue to feed the cows even though there is enough grass now. The best before date is July so it makes sense.
The bluebells in the Coronation Meadow are looking lovely, even in the rain this afternoon.
Rochester (we never did give him a different name) and his cows rushing for the food.
Along towards Port Haunn, we go looking for otters and the spring squill. In the last couple of weeks, guests have mentioned that they have had great sightings along here, of an otter family, but we weren't so lucky today. We did find the spring squill though which was just as exciting. It is a tiny blue plant and grows in one area of the raised beaches around Port Haunn.
Jan, keeping her distance, but keeping a close eye on what is going on at the same time.
Cap. What can I say, except that he wanted to bring a squeaky toy with him on our walk, and that he completely and utterly loves the Farmer, and vice versa.
Walter. No words can describe.
The slip at Port Haunn.
Spring squill. It is barely an inch high.
Lots of individual plants growing along the cliff edges.
Sea pinks abound.
Sea pinks, juniper, sea campion and scurvy grass.
With Coll beyond.
Sea pinks surviving and thriving on the rocks below.
Clinging on to rock faces.
Eye to eye with a passing gull. Tiree in the distance.
Walter, again waiting for Farmer. He is interested in no one else.
Butterwort. A spring overflows across rock and creates a perfect habitat for these deep purple flowers.
On our way back the cows are lying quietly in the light rain. They stand up and move around as we go past. Behind this stork, the bull is trying to serve one of the cows, who keeps walking away from him.
The faint patches of blue sky which began to appear as we got home gave way to a gloriously silvery sky and some beautiful post sunset sky colour.