One of the things we enjoy about living in the country is observing the interactions of the animals - both among their own kind and with...

On a farm (even just a pretend one like ours), there are always arrival and departures (see Sheep Diaries: The day has come). But Sunday...

At last the time has come to say goodbye to our boys: the boys born this spring (see Sheep Diaries: Our first lambs). They were weaned a...

During dinner a week or so ago, we noticed a couple of spur-winged plovers in hot pursuit of a swamp harrier; we were alerted to the...

On Tuesday 25th September we had our last lambs. The last of the floppy-eared three had twins: one black and one white. This followed the...

We had come to the conclusion that lambs would either be born all black or all white, and in an alternate sequence, as it turns out. (The...

A picture of Bliss. Mum snoozing in the afternoon sun with Pinch and Punch (or maybe Punch and Munf, or Munf and Pinch ...?) The birth of...

Next, it was the turn of one of the 'Pohangina Three' (two of whom lost lambs to pneumonia last year [see: Sheep Diaries - the...

Last time I wrote [Sheep diaries - Our first lambs], the fate of Fatty and her triplets hung in the balance. We had intervened to save...

On Friday we welcomed the arrival of some young ladies from Dannevirke, in the Hawke's Bay. They were a small herd of dairy heifers...