I had a very abrupt wake-up call this morning from the Farmer who was standing below our bedroom window yelling for me to get downstairs to help with two heifers who for reasons best known to themselves had decided to escape from the collecting yard by the milking parlour and go for a wander in the garden! I found one of them quietly standing in the rain under an apple tree munching on the windfalls with great relish, the other was elsewhere being dealt with by Younger Son while Elder Son was busy keeping milking going. These things don't happen very often but young heifers unused to the milking parlour occasionally decide to not play the game and so make a break for freedom. However once they are brought back in and calmed down with gentle words and no shouting or fast movements they soon accept the situation and from then on go to be milked without any fuss...especially once they realise they get cake in the parlour (doesn't that sound very genteel & Cranford-ish!).
It is another very wet morning and when it is not actually raining everything is dripping and we have mud again where last week we had dust. The wet weather has seen the end of the blackberries, they are now soggy anf tasteless after what has been a very good season. My freeezer is full of boxes of brambles and my larder shelves have a goodly stock of jam and jellies after many afternoons spent walking along our hedgerows with a basket and the dogs. They love the blackberries too and eat them off the fruiting bramble cables at the bottom of the hedges.
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