Dorset lifestyle
The salt lick has fallen apart, it comes with a hole in the middle and hangs from a piece of rope in the corner. The various pieces sit on the floor and are crunched, like biscuits, when the donkeys come up for their balancer. They are staying in the sheep shelter in Laneside most of the day, out of the sun, coming out at around five o’clock to graze. A hot sunny day with light winds.
The first thing the sheep do when they’ve lost interest in their new branches is to go over to use the salt lick, the amount in the tub is a lot less than a few weeks ago, the winter grass must have less minerals. The tub is light enough for Walter to pick up and move around, his fleece is getting very long, your fingers can get lost in it! Booked a slot at Pocket House Studio for wool rug making next year, looking forward to receiving this year’s rug soon, A frosty start to a cold, sunny, day with light winds.
Toby savouring the salt lick; he’ll walk up to the stable midway through a warm afternoon for a small dose and then have a second helping in the evening, his rough tongue rasping at the block. This Himalayan salt mined from a mountain range in Pakistan is ideal for donkeys because it’s too hard for them to bite through – they can’t bite bits off which would give them a digestive overdose. They spent the day nibbling the short grass in half the paddock, will soon have to give them the whole area. A warm sunny cloudy day with a hazy sunset.
