The farmer has at last learned a bit of sense now that he is retired. He has just taken Tess for her after-lunch walk and on coming back in he has taken off his outdoor togs and come into the house to sit by the wood burner and do the latest jigsaw.
There was a time, until fairly recently, when he almost thought it a crime to be indoors during the day. (old habits die hard) But he has learned his lesson. This morning he gave the hens a thorough clean out while they were out in the paddock. All the old straw went on to the compost heap and fresh straw was scattered and some corn thrown into it so that when they come in tonight the hens will have the lovely surprise of being able to scratch in new, clean straw in order to find bits of corn here and there. Whatever the weather the hens rush out in the mornings and dash into the fields looking for grubs - and pecking at the grass.
Our snow has almost gone but it is misty and grey and cold - worse in a lot of ways than sunny, frosty weather. But it is set to get warmer towards the middle of the week. Can't be soon enough for me - I think I have got soft in my old age. I even made a blackberry and apple crumble for lunch - we rarely have a pudding but I thought the miserable view out of the window meant we needed a bit of cheering up.
My son has returned to the hospital today. You may remember that just before Christmas he had a detached retina - well he felt something was just not right so he went back to the Specialist this morning and his wife just rang to say he is having more treatment while she waits for him. Eyes are so important - so it is quite a worry.