We moved the last of the round bales out of the loafing shed, where they were subject to cow predation, to to boat shed, where they can be locked away safely. Bessie is now in the boatshed too. She has an oil leak, and it might be time to do a full oil/coolant/fuel check. Plus cut the bale net that's wrapped around the PTO.
The rooster, Franklin, was put down today. The attacks have been escalating and it was getting difficult to feed the chooks without getting done over. Once his spurs got sharp it was going to be dangerous. I am not sure if the hens miss him or not. They did follow him around, but they're pretty comfortable free ranging anyway.
I visited all the sheep and cattle today, handing out scratches and chin rubs. I don't see much udder action with the girls, they may be pregnant to the little speckle park bull after all. Those with angus in their breeding are starting to shed, they look pretty moth eaten.
I set up a second calf feeding station at the chook house gate, moving the one from the sheep shelter. That opened the shelter up for Annie, Little Moo and Flora too, who will probably enjoy the straw bed now that the calves have decided to camp in the hay shed.
Leigh's old ram Jack, who had been living with the cattle on the 75 acres, was also put down today. He was starting to pack it in and was limping badly, so rather than let him go down hill the hard decision was made. This will make it easier to visit the cows on the 75 side, as Jack was a grumpy old bugger and was keen to headbutt all female people. He had a go at Siobhan and me, and put Adeline on her backside a couple of times. He never took on the blokes though.
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