Farm - indeed Country - life is always full of drama. One drama ends (happily or sadly) as another one unfolds. Birds, particularly young ones who have only just learned to fly, have a nasty habit of hitting our kitchen window at speed and leaving in a flurry of feather (usually the greeny/yellow ones of the tit family). Such an incident happened this morning and the bang of beak on glass was a loud one. I went outside and there was the little bird, winded but intact. I put him on the hedge and after a couple of minutes he flew off seemingly no worse for the close encounter.
When the farmer shut the hens up last evening one old Rhode Island Red hen was missing. She is getting a bit ancient so we were rather worried, thinking that the fox might be round for her overnight if she was still around. We need not have worried. She had roosted high up in the straw and as soon as the hens came out this morning she joined them none the worse for a night 'on the tiles'.
We have just walked round the fields and luckily the farmer spotted, half way down the field, deep in the hedge bottom a lamb had got stuck. Swaledale sheep have horns and they begin to grow when the lambs are quite small. This lamb had pushed through the square wire netting after a succulent morsel of grass (yes there is a field full but you know the old saying - the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence). There was no way that lamb could have got out on its own - each time it pushed it got further and further in. It took the farmer several minutes to extricate it and then it ran off to find its mother. By this time of the year the mothers are a bit fed up with their boisterous youngsters and the mother didn't seem all that delighted to see it.
An old friend has died today. She was almost 90 and had been failing for the last few months. Now her end has come and we are all sad to see her go. Rest in peace Joan.