Just in time before the big storm the milking parlour roof is back on and the first batch of cows are warm in the straw of the Loose Housing.
The builder finished yesterday and spent most of the day doing odd jobs which will save the farmer a lot of time. Also I do object to the farmer going up a ladder at his age so the builder cleaned out the guttering all the way round the house. As we have a stand of Scots Pines close by, the guttering gets absolutely full of pine needles. Then when the winter rains and snows come the guttering overflows.
There is a lovely story in the farmer's paper this morning about a family who had a West Highland White dog. A while ago they bought a Rottweiller bitch and a couple of weeks ago she presented them with a litter of eleven Wotties!!! Two died but the other nine are thriving. Apparently Dad is playing an equal part in their rearing. They look like rather large Border Terriers (like Tess) and are absolutely adorable. There are two outcomes - one is that all the puppies have already been found new homes when they are old enough to leave their mother; the other is that the West Highland dog is off to the vets next week. All I wonder is how he managed it. Did he have a ladder?
Photographs of the new roof and of the contented cows will be posted later today hopefully. At present there is a terrible storm raging outside - high winds and pouring rain. Later I am going out to lunch with friends (am already dreaming of the crab cakes, which are always on the menu) But the farmer has said that he will take the photographs once the rain has stopped.