Amanda: An Ordinary Day in Ireland

Maree had to get some big cattle sheds ready to house her cows for the winter  we dug them out, pressure washed, and white washed the final one.
Yesterday we went to Wexford in the afternoon on routine errands which were interesting because everything in the seaside view was new. I used Frank’s young bitch, Fly for moving sheep.  She was great outside of our language barrier: she is on “keep left” and “go right”; I am on “away” and “come bye.”  But she was exceptional at moving between the pen wall and the sheep.
Today we loaded the lambs we sorted yesterday for the auction mart at Eniscorthy.  Maree’s lambs topped the sale.
I tried a year-old son of Stuart Davidson’s Jim, but I’ll have to take Don to Toddy Lamb’s round pen tomorrow for a few minutes so that he can get the hang of things a little better.  Me on one side, him on the other.