Thursday, 10 October 2013

Thursday October 10th 2013

As the busy Summer season is coming to an end and the first cold winds from the North arrive it's time to update the developments on Biddisham Lane.

This morning was breezy and very bright with a stunning sunset last night. The colours were such bright electric pink and blue in neon swirls.
The blackberries are just going over and there was an abundance of these black jewels all along the road, I just wish we 'd picked more. The leaves are just beginning to turn copper and the horse chestnuts from Chestnut Farm are scattered all over the driveway still shiny and polished.

A little grey velvet cat has appeared from the hedge a few mornings over the past month. He's very friendly and I hope he has a home to go to, he may live at Chestnut farm? and I'm sure he'll follow us if he was really hungry.

Other new arrivals are the three happiest dogs in the world at Riverside Farm. These three collies have great fun running and barking and playing around the farm with complete freedom.  One loves the river so much we thought he was drowning, soon to be assured that he just loves swimming! The happy barks along with the cackling of the ducks and chortling of the beautiful black hens makes the corner a wonderful orchestral performance each morning that never fails to make me smile.

A ram has arrived with the new mountain sheep too, they have long swinging un-docked tails that make them look like wolves in sheep's clothing and they appear to have the softest of wools.

Last years lambs are happily grazing in the lower field and just as I took their picture a couple of swans flew over. The mass migration of the geese happened a couple of weeks ago where hundreds flew over in their arrows.

The river is beginning to lower, the kingfisher seem busy around 8am each morning where I have caught site of a pair on a regular basis. Our guests have also noted the otters in the guest book during the Summer.

Sweet peas are still in flower with the sunshine and all is very good on Biddisham lane this morning.

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Thursday May 9th 2013

The winds came this morning blowing the trees and grasses with a loud whirling energy. The Jacobs sheep and lambs at the corner farm have been nibbling the branches through the fences. The little lamb who was born with a bendy leg has grown strong and is getting around just fine, I'm sure he will learn to hop soon.
Curling Hart's tongue ferns are growing in the hedgerows and spreading across the undergrowth.

Wednesday May 8th 2013

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Tuesday May 7th 2013

What a beautiful morning, fresh bright and blue with the sunshine warming at seven a.m.  The cow parsley has shot up along the edges of the lane in a delicate lace trim and golden yellow shield lichen coats the branches of the blackthorns.
New Rowan leaves are constant in their uncurling growth and hidden amongst the hedgerow is a 'babe in the cradle' wild arum catching the light as a secret treasure.
Bubbling branches carry the hints of pink blossom of the crab apple tree which will soon burst in a feminine display on the river bank.
Brown patches of mud float atop the rivers surface, running stagnantly slow and desperately needing a more consistent flow when the flood gates rise.

The birds have been most vociferous this morning, the tiniest of brown wrens and sparrows sounding alarms that could be heard for miles as I walked the river bank.

Monday, 6 May 2013

Monday May 6th 2013

A hazy white mist covered the fields this morning slowly steaming from the rivers surface. It will be another beautiful May day.

Sunday, 5 May 2013

Sunday May 5th 2013

Beaming sunshine all day bringing out the glorious bright yellows in every buttercup, dandelion and daffodil. A carpet of gold has spread across the corner field where the young cattle will graze their way through the goodness over the coming week.
The barren field opposite contrasts in brown ploughed dirt awaiting fresh seeds to fill the space with as yet unknown crops.
Birds large and small have twittered, tweeted, tapped and tugged from dawn gathering nest building materials and feeding for the important time ahead of them. Swallows have been weaving their way across the skies in acrobatic form leaving just a glimpse of the famous forked tail. And the little Robin quietly hops around the garden inconspicuously, barely being noticed out of his Winter obligations.

Saturday, 4 May 2013

Saturday May 4th

The rains came in the night and sprinkled everything with a fresh shine this morning. The wind was warmly breezing across the flats and the skies bruised moodily in puffs that occasionally broke sending a bright searchlight speeding across the fields.

New arrivals in the rotating field this morning with a small herd of cow printed youngsters that were reluctantly feeling the new space.
Grasses have been growing fast enough to see the difference every day, the rich mustard yellow of the Gorse on the hill has spread in a Triffid like way engrossing the landscape.

Little patches of flowers appear and dye away daily, this little cluster by the stables is the prettiest white with a lavender stripe.

We couldn't go a day without the sheep, Ernest thought he needed to remind them (and me) who's was the king of the road by having a little grumble of jealously. They lined up nicely turning their backs to his nonsense.

Friday, 3 May 2013

Friday May 3rd 2013

This morning the weather has taken a turn with ash grey and white clouds dappling over the wash of blue and masking away the sunshine.

Along this stretch of the road we have an few small groups of sheep and cattle. They all seem very content in their little herds and were on great form this morning for photos.

This small holding ewe was willing to pose providing I picked the fresh long grass just the other side of the fence for her to eat in between shots. Her lambs have grown considerably meaty since those first cold mornings when they were born and appeared so fragile.

The trees are pollinating and I must find out what this red hot chili seed is that has scattered across the road?

Week old twins have arrived in the next paddock with the most fabulous pink mouse ears atop the sweetest of delicate faces.  Their wobbly tails are still to drop and waggle with enthusiasm as they headbutt for the milk supply.
 I smile at the way both the sheep and cows slowly chew the pickings from the fields, the sideways grind of the jaw, laid back and ever so slow. Life must be good for these creatures in the Spring.

The corner farm has a wonderful array of beasties, my favourite coupling being the large white Saanen goat and the black and white spotted calf that you can just see in the distance. They have been hanging out together for the past week along with three tough looking rams.