Monday – we had a cup of tea with the volunteers at about 10am and showed them the first few jobs to be getting on with – cutting down all the grass & weeds in the walled garden, filling a couple of big holes in the track just outside the croft where the river has washed part of the track away and clearing one of the raised beds ready to plant strawberries. Ady and I made a couple more poultry pens. The pair of hens we’d brought up the day before had one dead chick and one pipping egg discarded from their house so we took the pipping egg indoors to see if it would hatch there.
Lunchtime was pretty busy – the two volunteers, Dave and Faye and us four. We all chatted and ate and then the volunteers carried on while we took Dave and Faye to the pier. We got back in time before the egg hatched. Scarlett didn’t want to keep it indoors with her duckling – the duckling is quite noisy at night and keeps her awake although she is determined to carry on with it but she couldn’t face another baby being noisy. Ady tried to reintroduce it to the others but they all rejected it in that special way which chickens seem to have of pecking it on the head! They would have killed it so we retrieved it and brought it back indoors. I thought it might recover but it had splayed legs which Davies and I tried, unsuccessfully to splint with tape and after being very noisy through the early part of the night it was dead this morning. I suspect it was too cold for it overnight and the reality is we were not really able to nurse it through unless one of the kids was up for it. Much debate here just now about whether we should cull cockerel chicks as soon as we can sex them or fatten them to eat. The non compassionate side of rearing animals…
Davies is pretty tired, lots of twitches and tics so I called an early night for him and as he had failed to put his light on charge and was in pitch darkness I think he did actually go to sleep fairly early, by his standards anyway.
Today – the volunteers appeared late and very bleary eyed having not slept well at all in the very windy and rainy night last night. It was bad, but also sort of normal for Rum. He is coming down with the cold that she had last week which kept them from arriving when they were actually due here and I think they are just finding it way tougher than they expected. We had a fairly candid chat about things resulting in us making it clear that it is not an endurance test and we are not able to offer anything more than we have already – as in accommodation and work so if this is not for them then we would be supportive of them calling it a day. They are spending the night down in the village tonight so we will see what tomorrow brings. It’s made us think of our WWOOFing time and know that we would have stuck out what we are offering here while possibly finding it tough depending on where during our year this experience had fallen. I think we have a lot to offer in terms of unique experience and interesting lifestyle but we are very aware that this is  a very challenging hosting with no real comforts and being utterly at the mercy of nature – wind, rain, midges etc. Much like actually living here! We always used to feel quite content with a rough deal at hosts where they were clearly having the same experience themselves.
So they did more work in the morning while we made a chicken house dodging the rain showers. This afternoon was just too rainy so Scarlett and I played Blokus, we all had showers and I prepped dinner so early we had finished eating by 9pm which horrified our late eating posse here!