Why I have not been doing much painting this week. After this too hard to hold a paintbrush steady.
Source: Tree Felling Dad
Why I have not been doing much painting this week. After this too hard to hold a paintbrush steady.
Source: Tree Felling Dad
Part of being on a small holding is dealing with animals and sometimes dealing with animals is not a pleasant task. Our ‘flock’ is tiny. We have three ewes, a ram and two ewe lambs who were just a tad too young for breeding this year.
Last year we had a ewe that had a bad prolapsed uterus. Got her through that and she had triplets. This year it happened again but I did not get to her early enough – it was out too long and she was really a goner. Had to kill her and do an emergency caesarian to get the lambs out. Managed to keep them alive for a while but they were probably too stressed from what Mum had been going through. Probably for the best that she was culled because uterine prolapse is passed on and any ewe lambs she had that may have survived would more than likely have similar problems. And if nothing had been done she would have died in the paddock.
Some people may find this pretty disgusting – I did and I was there but it is part of dealing with livestock. Supermarkets are so much easier because you can buy your meat without a thought for the poor critter it came from.
Still, waste not, want not. It is a good thing that we like mutton. She was skinned and dressed and hung in the cold killing shed (it got quite cold here last night so the meat had set quite nicely by this morning). She was carrying a lot of lambing fat but still got quite a goodly amount of meat off her. I minced most of it – except for the shanks (for slow cooking) and the leg roasts that I usually cut up for curries and stews. Kept a lot for dog tucker as well. All freezered.
Sheep prices have nose-dived in this region since we had the big floods in June. A lot of farmers lost a lot of grazing land to slips and have had to de-stock. The meat works have a backlog of 700,000 sheep at the moment and are not buying – so prices are down. Two years ago a pregnant ewe was going for $200.00 or more. Lucky if they fetch $50 now. So we will pick up a few more, plus the ewe lambs we kept from last year so should have a good supply of lamb for 2016/17.
Well the rain came, went and left a huge mess. Big slips have caused a lot of damage to local rural roads. Ours is blocked for anywhere from another few days to ten days, depending on the source of the latest rumour. We were without power for only a day – the linesmen got whatever broken line caused our outage fixed last night. So good to have electric lights back. Reading by candlelight might be quaintly nineteenth century but it is hard on the eyes. Painting was definitely out.
The Woolshed however was dry and all my models came through unscathed. Ten years ago when we lived in Wellington we got flooded and I lost a stack of models – and all my Battlefront 15mm Sherman/Stuart tank turrets floated off – the models themselves stayed put because they were on magnetised bases in a steel tool box – that was open at the time. This time everything high and dry.
Some pictures from the last two days.
Guess what – it is raining. Raining a lot. The flood warning has the river that runs through our valley peaking tonight about midnight. We are already cut off – first it was slips and then the river breached it’s banks. We have been moving neighbour’s stock to higher ground and keeping an eye on their place as they are away but now it is dark it is a matter of waiting to see what tomorrow will bring.
Why we couldn’t get out of the valley this morning. While we were there you could hear trees up the bluff breaking and more slips started coming down so it was a quick u-turn and out of there.
Why we can’t get out now. The same spot this afternoon – under at least two metres of water already.
Some views around the Woolshed.
But at least we have power and the internet. The 21st Century has not abandoned us…..yet.
We are in the last month of Autumn here in the Southern Hemisphere and we are enjoying some lovely warm weather…but that is just for a bit because around the corner is ………. winter. Here at Castle Woolshed, in preparation for the oncoming cold we have been getting some late firewood sorted. This is the reason that I have not been painting anything this week. I find after chainsawing and chopping firewood my hands are in no state to hold a brush. Cut into rounds with the trusty Stihl chainsaw and I split it all by hand. I am kind of old fashioned that way. As long as my back holds out of course. Lady SWMBO was delighted at all the firewood. At the rate she burns through it you would think it grew on trees.
We have this biscuit (cookie to you Yanks) that has traditionally been made on Anzac Day. Story is that these were sent to the soldiers from home and they ate them at Gallipoli. However, that is not quite the case – those poor souls had to break their teeth on Ships Biscuits.
From the NZ Army Musuem:
The Real ANZAC Biscuit Story
“Biscuits! Army Biscuits! Consider the hardness of them. Remember the cracking of your dental plate, the breaking of this tooth, the splintering of that.” From Army Biscuits by Ormond Burton.
Does this bring to mind images of our troops at Gallipoli eating the ANZAC biscuits we know and love today? Staff at the National Army Museum did some research and found that contrary to popular belief there were no ANZAC biscuits at Gallipoli. The standard Army biscuit at this time was a rock hard tooth breaker also called the ship’s biscuit.
Although it’s a myth that ANZAC biscuits were sent and eaten by troops in Gallipoli, some evidence suggests a rolled oats biscuit was sent to troops on the Western Front, although this was not widespread.
The majority of rolled oats based biscuits were in fact sold and consumed at fetes, galas, parades and other public events at home, to raise funds for the war effort. This connection to the troops serving overseas led to them being referred to as ‘soldier’s biscuits’. Fundraising was co-ordinated by local Patriotic Funds, raising 6.5 million pounds for the New Zealand war effort. Read More Here
ANZAC Biscuits.
RECIPE: From the Edmonds Cookbook (A sort of NZ Kitchen Bible found in almost all homes in NZ – usually very tattered and well thumbed)
Directions
As you know the Woolshed is located deep in rural New Zealand. From time to time I do a post about rural life. Yesterday the kids got some rabbits and not wanting to waste anything – they have ended up in the pot for dinner (made a nice rabbit, sage and red wine stew) and a couple are going to be made into a Mr McGregor’s Rabbit Pie next week.
Rather appropriately it was a Friday too.
The dog knows there are some tasty guts for it.
As you may or may not realise, I live on a lifestyle block. In the UK it would be called a small-holding. This time of the year is lambing season in New Zealand. All over the country millions of lambs are being born. Last year I was going to get rid of all my sheep and just run another couple of beef cattle. Imagine my surprise then when all my ewes fell pregnant, especially seeing as I didn’t have a ram. The previous couple of years I had borrowed the neighbour’s ram to do the necessaries. As it turns out I had one wether left that had escaped the freezer from a year or two before. There were two left, I grabbed at one, it got away but the other one ended up as roast. The lucky survivor was lucky in more ways than one.
Turns out he was what is called a cryptorchid. When I nutted him as a lamb, I missed a testicle. He had one left, and apparently, one is enough. So, instead of becoming food, One Nut is now the proud leader of a small flock.
So, there are three ewes, The first one had a healthy lamb and the second bore twins.
The other day I went out to check on the third girl and discovered that she had a prolapsed uterus. This happened when the pressure inside basically pushes the uterus out her vagina. The trick is to shove it back in and use one of these bearing retainers to hold everything in place. They can lamb through them which is rather nifty. You put the spoon part into the vagina and tie the thing in place so it holds her insides in.
However, by the time we got to this stage she had been distressed for some time, was exhausted and had partially delivered a lamb. The poor girl was on her side with a lamb stuck halfway. Yanked that one out and it was alive. A bit of rubbing and it was breathing. Had to go inside her and deliver the next one. It too was alive. At this stage the bearing retainer was inserted and we left them too it. In the morning I discovered she had lambed again. Triplets. Once she had finished lambing she rejected one lamb a few hours later and despite spending a night feeding it inside in front of the fire the lamb died. The other two were feeding vigorously so I had high hopes for them. However, in the morning one was dead. So from three am down to one from this ewe. Saying that, the survivor seems to be doing very well.
The joys of rural life. Wins and losses.
Napoleon said “an army marches on it’s stomach”. That goes for those at the Woolshed.
The plum trees are laden and I have been busy making preserves for later in the year. So instead of painting those Elite Miniature Napoleonic British Foot Artillery I have been up to my elbows de-stoning plums and making jam, chutney and sauce. Another big batch being made tomorrow morning before I head to Wellington. Next time I am home it is marmalade from the grapefruit trees.
That gets turned into….
The chilli plants are looking good this year. Still have some dried ones left from the last harvest and they have not lost any potency in the past year.
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