William and Toby are still less than impressed with their wheat straw, they’ve been chewing at the big silver birch log and are still nibbling the rails and kickboards in the stable. My sister advised steaming the straw in a dustbin with a kettle of boiling water, and that has certainly helped. So today I bought two bales of golden barley straw and tonight they appear to be a little more enthusiastic about rummaging around in the feeder. A very cold day with persistent fog, the sun tried to break through but didn’t make it. The sheep had their usual portion of hay and an apple.
