Blow wind, blow

Well, feeding the animals earlier this evening was an interesting and exhausting experience.

Once I got away from the shelter of the buildings and windbreaks, the wind was so strong I had to bend double and lurch from fence post to fence post with one hand for the post and the other being dragged sideways as the bucket of feed tried to fly off.

I had to do that four times as there was no way I could carry four buckets at a time as I normally do.

Blown away

It looks like a lovely day here - the sun is shining, the sky is clear and blue - but there’s an extremely strong wind blowing.

When this is the case, I work my way around the croft every hour or so to check for damage or anything coming loose. On my last circuit, I found the roof of one of the pig huts was coming adrift.

While there are no animals in it at the moment, the corrugated roofing sheets (both plastic and iron) could do a fair bit of damage elsewhere if they came off and be extremely hazardous to people and livestock.

From this…

A Saddleback gilt a few days before going to slaughter.