ANIMAL MAGIC

After I had finished baling last month, I parked the baler up in the paddock next to the workshop. My thinking was that it would be handy there until I got a spare day to clean it down and do any small jobs before I put it away until next summer. I thought it would be all right there, but I got into trouble again. Mrs H squared me up one morning: “You’ll have to do something with that baler. The lambs for Melton are getting oily”.

Sod’s law

Sure enough, when I had a look there were a few mucky backs. I had forgotten that we had put the ewes’ lambs in that paddock a few days ago when we weaned them. Of course, “sod’s law” determined that two of the four lambs going to the autumn show and sale at Melton Mowbray market in a couple of weeks had rubbed on some claggy surface under the baler.

So, I was forced into some maintenance work earlier than I had planned. I hooked up and backed the offending machine onto the hard standing outside the workshop doors. There wasn’t much to do really, mainly a good blow over with the airline to clear all