SOME OF BODYFUDDAU'S OTHER INHABITANTS, PAST AND PRESENT

 

Most of the animals on this page are no longer with us as I have started this bit chronologically so that I can refer to parents etc. who have gone before. Those who have died have names in yellow.

 

 

'The Broody Eagle' was actually a brahma hen. She was given to me by a friend because she was permanently broody. She was a wonderful mother who brought many ducks into the world and enen eventually got fairly blase about them swimming in the stream, but she used to run along the bank clucking to them to be careful. Unfortunately the fox got her.

Nobbly was my first pet lamb. I saw him leaning on the doorpost at Yr Ysgwrn, the home of our famous local poet Hedd Wyn. The name he had been given by Gerallt and Ellis, the poet's nephews [more of Hedd Wyn later on Welsh pages, but not ready yet] was Chernobl because that was the year that we could not move any sheep until the radioactivity died down. I felt this was a bit

gruesome so toned it down. Unfortunately he had a short if happy life. Daisy May Goat removed a rock from the lid of her food bin and opened it. Nobbly came along and ate so much that it killed him.

 

Baa was a great character. She had not been a bottle lamb but spent so much time as the only sheep and sharing grazing with the goat that she more or less thought she was a goat. Like a goat she ate almost anything -  even banana skins.   

In theory I do not breed sheep, but they have a way of taking matters into their own hands. This was Baa's first offspring. I thought he would have to go to market and named him Cig Oen [Lamb Chop in Welsh]. However Frosty Dog adopted him as a playmate and I could not bring myself to let him be eaten. My friend Oli said he'd make a nice ram, so I gave him to her and he enjoyed a productive life on her farm.

 

 

 

Daisy May with her twins, Horace and Poppy. Poppy still lives just across the river from me.

The twins aged 2 days. They decided that the greengrocery box out of which their mother had been dining would make a perfect nest.

Daisy May anticipating breakfast.

 

 

 

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