Wednesday, 8 June 2011
In between our fields is a field which belongs to a racehorse trainer; you can see the field in my header at the top of the blog - it is thick with buttercups and our cattle are looking over the fence into it. I reported yesterday that a brood mare and her foal had arrived to spend the Summer there but that they were a very aloof pair.
Well, walking past the field today we were delighted when she came across to investigate, bringing the foal with her. Needless to say the foal was just too timid but if you look at the close-up photograph carefully you will see him just peeping out from behind his mother. It is lovely to be so close to such a beautiful animal and I now have high hopes of making a friendship with her over the summer.
Lower down the same field (a fenced-off footpath leads along the bottom of the field) a sparrow hawk rose off as we approached. I took a photograph of the remains of some poor unfortunate bird - no doubt the raptor will be back to finish off his meal. The farmer couldn't identify it from that distance - we just hoped it wasn't one of the many half-grown lapwings and oyster catchers which are scurrying about at the sides of the fields at the moment. Now that the fields have been cut for silage there isn't so much cover for these young birds and still the parents fly up and down in front of us as we walk round, trying to distract us and to lead us away from their young. There is so much drama going on out there underneath our noses.
On the farm Goldie, my sitting hen, is really sitting tight - low down on the nest and quite unmoving when I open the door to change her water and fill her feed tray. Today is exactly half way through incubation time, so I am beginning to have high hopes of a succesful outcome.
We have just had a short heavy shower of rain but not enough to do any good - we are desperately short here in the East and the drought goes on day after day.