From field to table

At last I've shot my first Ton Farm pigeon. Pigeons are so jumpy it is difficult to catch them unawares. Every morning I will walk out of the house and some will fly off and I think, "Damn, wheres my gun". This one was sitting on a power line Thursday evening. I didn't think I would get it as it was at least 50 metres away and I'm only using an air gun. I sat in the garden as the sun went down and plucked and gutted it. I cooked it and ate it on Friday. Yum yum.

Clinkers

Richard the shepherd came back today to give the rams a short back and back. There were in a bit of a mess. He set up a makeshift pen and Gus his Hunterway skillfully brought them in from the field. Richard transferred four at a time to the shearing pen, wrestled each one in turn to the ground and shaved its bottom. They also had a shot of worm medicine and some protein juice. Quite a makeover really. When they were all done Gus drove them back with a few 'left!' and 'stand by!' from Richard and the anicured rams trotted back to the 10 acre field. To round off the job Richard leant against the corrugateted iron barn and rolled a fag with his sheep poo fingers. This is real life!

We got sheep!

They are not ours though. There are about 30 rams. Being raised to be sold off to make babies.

They were delivered Monday by Richard who specialises in sheep with New Zealand genetics.

They are grazing on the 10 acre field and in the orchard. He is going to pay in meat. Hoping to get a lamb for Easter. Yum Yum.