Summer is icumen in…

Summer is indeed upon us: we might lack the cuckoo in these tropical climes but we certainly have the full range of farmyard animals referred to in the lyrics about us.

And, especially, we have Monty.


From this little thing, rejected by his mother, he has now, some two years later, turned into this:


Very much the patriarch with his family about him.

He took his time making the transition.

For a long time he hung about near the house doing guard sheep duties:

monty on guard

But more and more he was drawn to the flock whence he came until he finally decided to take up residence and dominate them rather than us.

He has taken on the typical attitude of a ram…if it is in the way, butt it, if it isn’t butt it anyway… but still and always cuddles up to Leo, mild as milk.

Clearly, he does not forget who saved him.

Climate change is with us: the pastures are drying out early in the unseasonable heat, so thank goodness that we laid a lot of ground down to cameroun – a nutritious fodder grass – a few years ago  to supplement the grazing which means that the ewes maintain vigour and can support their lambs, unlike Monty’s mother who had arrived half starved.

We were supposed to be at the altitude limit for coconuts to fruit…but this year, not content with fruiting, they have started to germinate:


Goodness only knows what changes we will see in the future…but, for the moment, as this song from the late fifties says:






31 thoughts on “Summer is icumen in…”

    1. Occasionally he will come out for a sniff round the garden and settle on the porch for an hour or so to have his head stroked and his ears pulled but on the whole he is content to be with the flock.

  1. Thanks for sharing the music Helen. With luck after such a fierce start for you Summer will clam down a bit and get back to your normal season.
    I love Monty and am glad he saw the need to mix with his own breed at last.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

    1. Thank you! Yes, I hope it settles down too.The north of the country is suffering badly from drought already.
      I’m quite relieved that he decided as he did – though he was a very efficient deterrent to unwanted visitors!

  2. J wandered behind me as I was reading this and immediately started to sing (she’s a graduate of music for my sins) and demand that I join in and keep it going – I hate feeling like a prat! Monty reminded me that when we first came to live here we were conned in to having two beautiful female goats by our farming neighbours. They were gorgeous and loving – and then they grew up and turned into gorgeous, loving terrorists. They could out-think Einstein and out-manoeuvre Garry Kasparov! Here, late rains have meant a very late Spring with few of our usual flowers evident – those bloody fossil fuel companies (and we who consume the stuff) have a world to answer for.

    1. Goats! Don’t remind me!
      My father agreed to keep a friend’s nanny goat while they went on holiday with the inevitable result
      A that said friend would not take it back saying that ‘it had become antisocial’ and
      B it produced twins..
      Fiends from hell, the lot of them…
      Father and I were in trouble thanks to them: mother was kneeling to weed a border and was completely unaware of the nanny happily chewing the seat out of her trousers while father and I had hysterics from the kitchen window.

  3. It still looks very lush and tropical there though. Monty looks so grown up now. I was wondering what had happened to him only the other day so good to have this update. And germinating cocunuts. Amazing!

    1. He certainly is a big boy now…but he is still Leo’s baby.
      I was really surprised to find these all germinating…so they are to be potted up until I can plant hem out when the rains begin again.

  4. Monty is adorable and I would be quite happy to be butted by him – good to know he has understood his sheeply duties after all. I’m jigging and jogging to this brilliant song which is sure to install itself as an earworm for the rest of the day – which will be nice as I stare out at the snowy garden and icey lake! I hope to hear more about your coconuts soon (ooh err) ….

  5. Ooh err Missus!
    You might like to revise your willingness to be butted by Monty: he has so far had one police car, three policemen, the local drunk, the young chap who keeps his horse here…and his most notable achievement; a woman from the local development committee built on the lines of a lead filled Zeppelin who achieved lift off twice on the bonce of Monty.
    On the other hand he liked the Jehovah’s Witnesses who always patted him.

  6. Monty the Patriach!
    Sounds good and glad to see he has returned to the fold, mostly.
    Loved the list of people he butted, at least it keeps the council away.
    Good to see him happy and you safe.

    The second video banned here but the first was good.

    1. I wonder if I could hire him out…better than security cameras as if his victims don’t flee he just carries on butting them until he has them on the ground…and then he carries on butting.
      Mark you,I have a feeling our area may not be getting a grant from the development committee…

  7. Awww, little Monty all grown-up and looking every inch the patriarch. It doesn’t surprise me he still comes to Leo for cuddles. In my experience animals remember those who have made a real difference to them.
    The climate change signals are disturbing for you and for us and I hope the season settles down after this very early start.

    1. He’s rather impressive, I must say….
      Leo looks forward to the cuddles as much as Monty, especially when he is not feeling on top of the world.
      It has been an El Nino year: so making a bad situation worse…and next year will be La Nina…so further disruption on the way.
      I really must stop being such an Eeyore….

  8. Monty seems to have made a nice transition. It sounds like he still has yearnings to be a human though. I’m sorry to hear climate change is changing things where you live. The uncertainty that comes with it is the hardest thing to deal with. If only we had crystal balls…

    1. One of the reasons for coming here was that there seemed a chance that climate change would make less impact in the tropics at altitude – and, to be fair, we are not having the extremes that we see elsewhere in the world. Still, things are changing quite rapidly. To the north of us successive years of drought are wiping out the cattle industry while the rice growers are facing competition for water for human consumption, quite apart from the water guzzling resort developments on the coast.

      As to Monty, sometimes he wanders up to the house and wants to be stroked for a while,then wanders back down to the flock when he has had enough attention.

  9. Monty doesn’t look like a goat to mess with. Very much a “Don’t try any nonsense with me” expression.

    Summer is a long way distant here in Northern Ireland. In fact summer is virtually extinct. You might get the odd five minutes of sunshine if you’re lucky. It’s a case of a late spring followed straightaway by an early autumn.

  10. Ah…summertime! I’m afraid there would appear to be copyright issues with the second video. As the word summertime does not exist in the Scottish vocabulary the copyright polis have decreed that, legally, it must belong to somebody else. 😦

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