The primroses are starting to flower in the banks and the wild daffodils
are out down in Under Hill. The birds are singing their hearts out and it
has turned bitterly cold again. It was down to minus 4, two nights ago.
We were out late, as James found a ewe starting to prolapse when he did
the 'last-thing-at-night' round of the animals. Walking back to the house
after we'd strapped her up, the stars were brilliant. There haven't been
many nights like that this winter. The days have been lovely, sunny and
Our one surviving laying brown hen (the other 5 were taken by the fox),
always appears when I'm feeding the cats. Most of them are frightened of
her and will leave the milk until she's had enough.