It is cold with sporadic fierce showers of either hail or rain with a wind chill factor resulting sub-zero temperatures and so I went out for a little drive en route to checking the Leradale lot.
I love the Autumn colours in Shetland. The contrast of the heathery scattald (hill grazing) with the grass in the “in-bye” fields.
They were probably hanging around the cattle grid to get back home, if they could.
I drove on. There were sheep. Lots of hill sheep everywhere.
When I reached Leradale, I could see my Shetland pony herd on the other side of their hill park or rough grazing.
Can you seem them?
These days, I always carry binoculars in my car for this very job. Spot the pony. There are 7 of them. Fivvie to the left and then other 6 are grouped together.
The nights are drawing in now but the afternoon Autumn light is always special.
Magical sunsets now.
When I got home, my four Boyzens were waiting for me (‘Bert is outwith the photo to my right).
As you can see, Puzzah is quickly getting the plot. He will let me scratch the top of his head and I am hopeful (all fingers crossed) he will be one of the Boyzens very quickly. His top priority is food. Their’s is hugging.
You can sort of see where Lambie gets his “I must stick my nose through the bars” thought (see above). Hereditary obviously.
Awww, ‘Bert’s Winning Smile is enchantment. Sorry guys, no biccies. I have learned my lesson.