We’re going to have to raise the price of our birth-notified Berkshire weaners from £55 to £60 each at 10 weeks old.
We had hoped to keep them at £55 but rising input prices mean we’d make a loss at that price and, having already incurred a loss on one litter this year, we can’t afford that.
The new price will apply to the litters of Delilah and Daphne. read more…
There are times when I simply have to stop doing what I’m doing and race inside for the camera. This was one of those occasions. Yes, piglets sleep in piles next to their sow all the time, but sometimes they take it from the practical to the art form.
The face of modern schooling—for reasons of health and safety it is essential that all children turned out with sword, shield, helmet and armour. War horses are optional. Actually, the Wee ‘Un’s class won the school’s prize for best behaved class and earned themselves a fancy dress party. He simply had to go as a bold and fearless knight.
The day started as we’ve come to expect from Scotland: overcast, low cloud, drizzle and a moderate wind.
I went out to work as usual until 11am when summer finally decided to arrive.
The clouds vanished, the drizzle stopped, the wind abated and the sun came out.
Not only that, but the temperature soared—well, by Scottish standards it did, reaching a high of 24.1C.
Of course, the media and the weather forecasters are in their usual tizz, proclaiming a heatwave with thousands expected to die. It’s the same scenario as winter, when they proclaim “Arctic conditions” and predict thousands will die.
Well, all I can say is I hope they go and die somewhere else as I don’t need any extra work.
Besides, I’m more than happy to enjoy the summer while it lasts, which will probably be about a week!
