After spending some time with Dave (my fifteen year old brother) doing GCSE Maths
Our chickens were laying more eggs than we could eat, so it was decided we would try to sell some. Joel made this awesome box/house that now sits at the top of our lane.
So, if you happen to drive past our farm, and spot our cute little mini-honesty shop, take a peek, lift a box or two of lovely, fresh eggs...
... deposit your money in the sweet little box...
... and enjoy!
Most of our sheep have lambed now, just a few more to go. Our fatalities total has been the lowest since we started this whole farming thing, woohoo! Still, even one is too many. One of the saddest things though, for me, is when a mother rejects her own lamb. We have one little orphan, who requires feeding from a bottle. How to feed a lamb from a bottle...
It was rather a challenge to try and get some photos of the little cutie, whilst also feeding her by myself...
And this final one is my favourite, look at her tiny tongue!
She has no name yet, just 'Lamby' and 'Sweetheart' from me. Any suggestions will be considered, and most likely used.
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