tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20307185572916956892024-03-14T16:32:44.968+00:00Greenhill FarmRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-28262876993824106062024-03-13T12:00:00.001+00:002024-03-13T12:00:00.360+00:00Wordless Wednesday #156: Outstanding in Her FieldRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-37335741374677447142024-03-11T18:16:00.000+00:002024-03-11T18:16:10.237+00:00Watching YouPeek-a-boo, Primrose...
Pearl.
Tilly, obviously pregnant.
Penny and Titch.
A lovely evening in the field.
Astrid and Frances.
Poppy was watching me the whole time.
She's very photogenic.
Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-32700602768846543102024-03-06T12:00:00.001+00:002024-03-06T12:00:00.253+00:00Wordless Wednesday #155: Travels With AuntieRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-57667690192817730842024-02-29T21:28:00.002+00:002024-02-29T21:28:44.510+00:00Wonky Ears at the Waterworks GateJust when I had convinced myself that Poppy's ears had decided on their final position, they changed their minds again. Back in November, they took a notion to stand up sometimes.
Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-65063785971332810922024-02-09T18:24:00.000+00:002024-02-09T18:24:08.759+00:00Copy and PasteLambing is already underway at Drumlee Farm and I was there today to visit Copy and Paste, Panda's gorgeous lambs.
They posed very nicely.
Mum Panda.
A mule and her lamb.
A handsome wee fella.
Susan's brother, Bruce.
Lucy was also helping out in the yard.
Two sophisticated ladies wrapped up against the cold.
Jewel in Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-61115423330574533452024-01-06T22:01:00.000+00:002024-01-06T22:01:04.807+00:00A Morning by the SeasideI had an errand to run down by the seaside. It was a nice morning, so while I was there I thought I'd take Poppy for a quick walk. We sheltered from the wind in the entry to this beer garden.
I had recently made this collar and lead for her. I hadn't made a black leather collar and lead before.
On the beach it was very chilly.
We paused to appreciate the view before heading home Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-19832146180559140092023-12-23T22:11:00.000+00:002023-12-23T22:11:07.127+00:00Blue Belle, Sheep, Poppy, Sheep and Poppy AgainNovember saw winter starting to set in. Blue Belle began the month in her little field next to her beloved pet sheep.
Penny grazing.
Flossie.
Astrid and Primrose.
Rosie, enjoying retirement.
Poppy's ears, after that first dramatic flop down the previous month, continued to be indecisive. Now one was sticking out a bit.
A crisp Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-46167897026787701652023-12-21T20:22:00.000+00:002023-12-21T20:22:02.622+00:00October Goes OnOctober saw Primrose, Astrid and Tilly returned home after the summer holiday with the tips. The three of them were glad to be back. Both Astrid, and then Primrose a week or so later, had escaped from their field with the tips. I'm still not sure how, to be honest - the dry stone wall they must have gone over is very tall.
Titch.
Fern.
Frances.
Poppy continued going on adventures. I Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-24994466981924249032023-12-18T14:26:00.000+00:002023-12-18T14:26:25.175+00:00Poppy Who?October has always been a month I enjoy. Autumn starting to kick in and the animals growing out their winter coats and getting fluffier by the day. I took the camera along on this gorgeous Sunday morning.
We said hello to the new neighbours.
Jess jumped up here herself. She's always on the lookout for photo opportunities.
Poppy continued to be a mystery. Her personality was Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-53170225364679005522023-12-14T21:40:00.000+00:002023-12-14T21:40:30.222+00:00Poppy's SeptemberSeptember treated us to a heatwave. Walks were taken as soon as it cooled down in the evenings.
One evening we went up to the field to sit and watch the sunset.
With Poppy around, it was hard for Fly to get that peace and quiet she so enjoys.
But Poppy also sat with me a lot. She'd only been with us for a short time, but already she was bonded to me.
A very Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-85298930383001912772023-12-12T22:11:00.003+00:002023-12-12T22:11:43.824+00:00Poppy Takes RootIn my previous post, I introduced Poppy, the puppy my dad and I found in our lambing shed.Once it became apparent that Poppy was here for keeps, I started introducing her to everyone. First it was the pet sheep.
For the Poppy that came first (standing here on a stone for extra height), I'm sure it was confusing. But Poppy was just the perfect name for Poppy - on both occasions!
Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-63994732050943464522023-12-06T21:50:00.000+00:002023-12-06T21:50:01.034+00:00And They Called It Poppy LoveThe 29th August 2023 started out like a normal day. It was a Tuesday, so Dad was off to the market with a trailer load of fat lambs. Before we loaded them, we went to the lambing shed, where a handful of smaller lambs were still being given extra feed. I bent to scoop nuts from the large container into a bucket, meanwhile Dad went to fetch water. Business as usual until -"What's that?" Dad asked,Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-10021838159215485432023-12-02T20:33:00.001+00:002023-12-02T20:33:59.692+00:00Getting to the End of AugustRight - it's December now, and these photos are from August - time for me to get a move on! I've picked out just a few photos from August to talk a bit about.We lost Teddy to his old age in the middle of August, so this photo from my last (attempted) family portrait is extra special. This was taken in early August when we were very busy dodging showers to get the grass cut.
Jess posing Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-52674298851562383952023-11-04T19:27:00.000+00:002023-11-04T19:27:00.366+00:00Twenty-One Days in JulyThe following photos were taken over twenty-one days in July.Frida.
Rosie.
Sybil and Ethel - friends since they were born.
Ethel - unfortunately losing her cute, pink, Dorset nose. Rosie.
Those two again. Flossie.
Tilly.
The pets' summer home had a nice view.
Another day, this time in the morning, I went out with a long lens on Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-18822665675944912232023-10-24T18:50:00.003+01:002023-10-24T18:50:30.741+01:00Weaned LambsThe lambs were weaned shortly after the ewes were clipped, and for the older ones it was on the very same day. Susan and I went to check on them with the camera one evening so I could take photos of whoever was feeling photogenic at the time.
Connie's lamb, Fudge.
Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-506046144651613992023-10-20T20:00:00.001+01:002023-10-20T20:02:47.309+01:00The Restaurant is ClosedThe pets are always pleased to see me - it's very sweet.
Marigold was especially enthusiastic!
Fern too.
Pearl's small size means she feels like she has a lot in common with the lambs, and nine times out of ten she's lying and chewing her cud with them rather than the other adults.
Josie.
Feebee.
Sybil and Ethel.
When Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-71409915604590154402023-10-12T22:17:00.002+01:002023-10-12T22:17:40.600+01:00Holly in JuneBack in June, Cousin Holly came to stay while her owner was on holiday. As always, I was out with my camera to capture some photos for her growing collection of Holly-day snaps.
Holly on the lane.
In the long grass.
In the favourite field for ball games.
On another evening, we travelled by quad to the furthest Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-16709550160739287502023-10-09T21:36:00.002+01:002023-10-09T21:36:31.872+01:00Sunset on the HillOne evening at the very end of May, I set out on the quad to visit the ewes and lambs on the hill. I took these photos by driving around the field in a large loop and photographing whoever I came across.
Clover.
I remember the morning this black ewe lamb was born - several ewes lambed out in the field just days before we were going to bring them inside. Thankfully she turned Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-83153455879960218822023-10-02T21:28:00.000+01:002023-10-02T21:28:33.293+01:00The Annual HaircutClipping photos in October... I am really behind with posting things!Barry, Pat and Nick did a fantastic job tidying up the flock back at the end of May. I had the camera out while the pets were getting their hair done.
Pearl waiting her turn. It was her first time being clipped.
Esther.
Pearl.
A slightly indecent angle of Olive.
Titch getting Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-78692763934178891472023-09-24T22:17:00.000+01:002023-09-24T22:17:49.660+01:00Belfast Championship Dog Show 2023Yesterday I visited day one of the Belfast Champion Dog Show. It was my first experience of a dog show beyond sometimes watching Crufts on television. I went with my aunt and her sister, and we all really enjoyed it. The first thing we came across was an agility competition in full swing.
A couple of rocket Collies!
A disaster in four images.
Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-37943226206299988442023-09-20T10:00:00.005+01:002023-09-20T10:00:45.590+01:00Dump Sweet DumpBack in May the grass in the pets' field was looking a bit sad. In fact it has been looking a bit sad for a few years now. Constant year-round grazing is not good for a field. The poor thing needed a break! So the pets were shepherded into the field next door, known as the dump field for its ditch at the bottom which used to be used for dumping things. A few days later Teddy and I paid an eveningRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-32715119925745520312023-09-13T21:53:00.002+01:002023-09-13T21:53:21.911+01:00The Last LambWe waited and we waited but at last the final lamb was born in late May. It was a wee boy.While I was out taking photos of him I took some of his field friends.Clementine, Rosie's daughter, caught my eye. Her lamb is a bit big for milk!Very long.Nigel's sister, Nigella, had a ewe lamb I have named Nigette. Of course.Very pretty lady.Poppy's brothers.Penny's daughter Bridget had a huge ewe lamb Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-52296293770351751932023-09-07T18:10:00.001+01:002023-09-07T18:10:06.025+01:00Get Those Lambs Out!The oldest of the pet lambs were finally big enough for the field in early May. It's always a treat to put them out. They have so much freedom and many new friends to make. The lambs themselves don't see it as such a good thing at first - they hang around the gate and yell at me when they see me. Frances here wants to climb out, while Sybil seems to be the only one taking this change in Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-10178221326975178012023-09-01T18:07:00.000+01:002023-09-01T18:07:02.710+01:00A LapOne beautiful evening in May Fly and I paid a visit to the pet sheep - although the main purpose of the visit was to enjoy the sunset as we took our time walking a lap of the pets' field. Fly wanted some strokes before we started.Audrey and Felix.Primrose.Some of the pets followed us part of the way down the hill. We stopped to admire some small flowers.Almost at the bottom of the field and Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030718557291695689.post-67480819007414229812023-08-22T21:42:00.000+01:002023-08-22T21:42:15.078+01:00More Wool Than WomanFelicity, Audrey's ewe lamb. Felicity and her twin brother Felix.One of Tilly's lambs, Fionnoula.Laurel's lamb, Fergus."Famous" Fabian, or at least I call him that because he is famous for his nose moustache.Felix.Fabian again.Francis's handsome profile, complete with baldy neck.Angie.Nancy.Holly.The phrase "more wool than woman" springs to mind when I see these photos of Esther. She's very Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17993614760240750546noreply@blogger.com0