We have had riots in Wattlebury this week. The big farm next to us has been looted!
The Combine worked hard day and night
First the oilseed rape was harvested. The big mean green machine swooped across the field leaving a swathe of dust in it's path.
Next the hay was cut, turned and baled.
Then the wheat was harvested and the straw baled and ferried out on huge trailers.
Then to top it all the hunt arrived the next morning.
The peace was shattered. Our idyll torn asunder. Small creatures and birds had their
Next the hay was cut, turned and baled.
Then the wheat was harvested and the straw baled and ferried out on huge trailers.
Then to top it all the hunt arrived the next morning.
The peace was shattered. Our idyll torn asunder. Small creatures and birds had their
And now the field of wheat is no more
homes destroyed and their food supplies pillaged. But we are lucky to have our little farm in the middle of the big farms and so are preparing to receive an influx of new visitors who will be very welcome to sift through our grass and woods. There seem to be lots more butterflies and mice and small crawly creatures already. Some look mighty tasty - so all's well that ends well. And only three more days to the Picnic! Sylvia & Gordon x
