Medi 2004 September

Wellies And Wheelbarrows

With the harvest finally completed the time came to clean the hay making machinery and to put it to bed for another year. It’s not a particularly thought provoking job but essential. So in the middle of a thunderstorm last week I worked up enough enthusiasm and made a start.

It should not have taken that long to clean and grease everything but in true Llan Farm fashion events overtook me. The haybob and the centipede presented no problems, however, the baler proved to be a more difficult prospect. In order to clear a wad of hay packed tight between the ram and the side of the chamber I climbed inside. Lying flat out and at full stretch I managed to clear the hay but it was at this point in the proceedings that I realised I was stuck. Being a born believer in panicking first and thinking later I kicked and struggled and only succeeded in getting my foot trapped in the bale press. After what felt like an eternity I managed to get my boot off and so freed my foot, I then pulled my belt off which allowed me to wriggle out. I think it might be a good idea to carry my mobile ’phone with me from now on.

The hire bull has gone home slightly earlier than both he and I wanted. We gathered the cows and pointed the bull into the field without too much difficulty (thus being lulled into a false sense of security). You can imagine my shock when having returned the cows to the field we met the bull coming at full pelt up the road in search of his harem. He wasn’t amused at being parted from the ladies and I wasn’t amused at his treatment of the shed door.

All the lambs have been weaned now and have gone to the lusher ground and aftermath to fatten, whilst the ewes have been turned out to the higher land. I’ve spent some time going through the ewes sorting out which ones have got the pleasure of my company for another year and have trimmed all their feet.

With the poor weather I’ve only managed to get one small bank of bracken sprayed and as it poured down not long after I’d finished it was probably a waste of money and effort. You’d think by now I’d have learned not to trust the weather.

Gareth Llan.
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