One of the seven deadly sins I think and I have it today. I have been sitting on my terrace, drinking tea, gazing at my marvellously potted plants and admiring the honeysuckle in the hedge. I could have been listening to bird song but this was overshadowed by the incessant drone of the guys across the valley who have been bringing in silage for two solid days. I thought I might blast them with some Verdi. My rural idyll was also disturbed when Alice, the fluffball Havanese terrier, was sick – twice. At least she did it outside.
Chas is out for the morning doing mobile matings and I am supposed to be manning the office whilst hoping that Andrew won’t come back to report more deaths out there. The premature cria died yesterday evening, it was doomed and never even managed to lift its head. We went through our breedings yesterday and mated some Jaquinto maidens to our fawn Centurion. My sixteen year old alpaca Mika, very large dark brown job, never been known to lose weight, is pregnant again on one sitting. She is an amazing old bird who delivers big cria and plods on happily through life.