Took this picture last week sometime, when the snow was all fresh and lovely, but there hasn't been any fresh snow to speak of for a few days and it is all looking rather grubby and tired.
Ha! sounds like me after this morning spent attempting to get water to the little bull and his six companions in the byre at the Knowes; doors frozen, bit of hose I found to siphon in through the crack between the doors also frozen, bin to siphon into, three miles away at the Hillhead. harrumph.
Anyway, the snow in the garden looks quite disgusting now as it is covered in bird poo; I'm still feeding the ducks n hens and turkeys in there (not to mention dozens of starlings.) Actually I think they could go back to the hen run now as the polecat problem must be by-with until spring. Did I tell you Lizzie caught nine of the blighters in the end?
So I have decided to come home for lunch and shall have another go at the water this afternoon when I go over to check the smoker; we are trying salmon for the first time, Tom brought over three sides the other night. Drew found a recipe for the brine on the net (where else?) But I'm not sure how long to leave it for, I'm trying six hours with oak chips. Be good if it works.
