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Westray Farming, Page 3

farming on Westray

Malc tends to the pigs

Under the weather

With this kind of treatment, Malcolm’s Steenyha’ pigs will never be under the weather, whether it rains or shines.

Nine and a half pigs

Nine and a half pigs

A quick trip down the road to see Mr Pig today where Molly has produced 10 piglets, or nine and a half …

Needing a shave

Needing a shave

Several days into my Westray trip and I need a shave. Molly the pedigree saddleback pig is nice and bristly this morning. …

Rough grazing

Rough grazing

Wind and weather conspire together to make Westray’s grass rough and tough. That’s essential for the ponies in my field. When the …

Big pig excitement

Big pig excitement

There’s big excitement at Einar as Mr Pig arrives with news of the piglets. Little Kim has produced in the night. There …

Not Boaring

Not Boaring

A quick trip out this afternoon to visit Mr and Mrs Pig the neighbours, their boar Alfie and their heavily pregnant sow …

Cattle at Inga Ness

Cattle at Inga Ness

This afternoon there was time to cycle to East Kirbest and walk to Inga Ness, skirting Skea Hill and to look out …

Bulls

Bulls

It seems that in every field of valuable cattle is a magnificent beast – the even more valuable bull. Strange fellows, with …

Making Hay

Making Hay

Yesterday was a wonderful sunny day so farmers were busy cutting the grass to make hay whilst flocks of gulls followed. The …

Making Hay

Making Hay

I’m so used to massive industrial barrel-shaped hay bales in Devon that it’s a pleasure to see some hay bales in old-fashioned …

Beauty Parade

Beauty Parade

A character face, I’d say, rather than a beautiful or handsome one.

Cattle Panorama

Cattle Panorama

A landscape full of beautiful inquisitive cattle.  Wandering along the beach at Aikerness.

Cereals in Sunshine

Cereals and Sunshine

At this time of the year the ripening cereal crops take on the colour of the sun on a seemingly endless summer …

Curiosity

Curiosity Cow

Westray cattle are a breed apart. I’m used to seeing docile unthinking beasts in Devon. Barely alive, seemingly semi-conscious, the Devon grass …