Category Archives: MyShetland

Minion Photos

The Minions are very photogenic, sometimes.

On this day (yesterday), Albie was wearing a piece of stick in his hair as he wandered towards me to say hello.

Albie has this terrible habit of rushing over with his ears flat back which is very off-putting if you don’t know that he making himself more aerodynamic to get to you quicker, rather than be nasty. Never nasty.  He is not that sort of chap.

Ooof, leetle Newt (his Russian accent is very strong these days).

I just want to hug him because he is the cuddliest pony ever, in theory.

And he also has a little squishy very snoggable nosey.

In practice, Newt tolerates the cuddling.  Remember his Book of Revenge?  Well names are written down, twice for some people.

Ah, Storm.  My cool dude.

He never changes.  Always silly but reliably silly.  An acquired taste.  Only-a-mother-could -love-him type and I do.

Dear Waffle is in team GB for the next Olympics.  His class will be eating – Eating for Britain!  Jeezo, he is fat.  I am secretly hoping for a harsh winter so he can shiver some of his belly fat off.  You could lay six place settings on his back, including full regimental silver, and comfortably seat people round him for dinner!

Silver is not much better to be perfectly honest.  Fatty, fat, fat!

Dearest Tiddles.  Sometimes he is very aloof and then my best friend.  It depends on which side of the bed he got out of in the morning, I guess.

Vitamin is a “wide load”, a large lady getting ready for her Shetland winter.

Fivla and Vitamin remain the best of friends.  They stand together like Agnetha and Frida.

It will be interesting to see if little Lilja wants to rejoin her mother, Hetja, and Brá in winter or stay with the Minions.

Wherever You Are

“If you go out, we will follow.”

“If you go and stand in a field, I will follow (shouting all the time so you know I am following you and will appreciate this devotion.”

“Seriously?”

“Just who or what is making that godawful row?”

Ok, does anyone want to play “Spot the Cat”?

Poor Monster, or Chubblie as he is affectionately known, is a very determined chap, though sadly not invisible.

He never stops shouting at us.  He is very vocal and his days (and nights) are spent either telling everyone he is home and where is everyone.

Today, Monster even followed us in the indoor school whereupon he proceeded to watch me have a riding lesson from Daisy, shout from every corner of the building, make pretend sick noises to get attention and then cover himself in sand until he eventually turned himself a different colour.

I think Chubblie is definitely one of us.

Boys will be Boys

First there was Waffle and Tiddles.

Like some storms ….

…. it didn’t develop into anything.

Then there was Newt and Tiddles (seeing a theme here?)

They had great fun annoying each other.

“I bite you.”

“No, I bite you back.”

“So I bite you again.”

“and so do I.”  Ad infinitum.

These two were went along like that happy enough at the minimum level of “ferocity”.

And lastly Albie and Storm.  Surprisingly, Storm did not start it, which is unusual.

Storm was being the sensible adult while Albie chewed at his face.  Since when did Storm start being sensible?

I stayed with the boys for a while watching them annoy each other and then it started to rain, so I tucked my camera under my coat and went home.

They are good photos, though.  I love seeing them play – it means everything is alright.

Another Little Film

So I bought some essential gear from Fleabay and Flamazon.

  • A studio light with a diffuser thingy on it, which I managed to successfully, after a few attempts, construct myself (/feeling proud).
  • An ipad mount for my camera tripod.
  • A teensy-tinesy shutter remote which I thought I had lost for a while but was actually in my pocket.

I set up my “studio” in the stable and dug out of storage the girls’ stables for their Breyer horses.  Their father made it many years ago and I wanted to use it as a set.

Obviously, my “Best Girl” was on hand to help.

As were my muses.

And so I made Another Little Film.

Along the way, I learned not to stand in front of the camera and keep on taking photos.  I do not have an invisibility cloak and had to retake a whole section minus myself.

I also have to find out why the film was out of focus sometimes since I didn’t touch the camera once.  Most odd.

Afterwards, I took my actors home as I didn’t want any resident stable mice to get them.

My “Best Girl” had gone to sleep.

This is home for the sheeple.

And this is home for Teddy and Her Maj.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my paltry efforts.  I am learning and it is fun.

A Lesson

Hjalti is always first up, offering to do something, anything.  He is such a williang happy chappie. So, today, we took him up on his kind offer.

We also decided to take Iacs along, (as a support vessel) – but the headcollar we had brought for Hjalti was too small, so we did a quick swap and had to casually sling a rope around Iacs while we led him out of the field.

Hjalti was apprehensive to leave his best buddies but now was the time for lessons to begin.

The best buddies just stood and watched with interest.  What was Hjalti doing and why was he leaving them?

While Daisy went to fetch a headcollar for Iacs, I told Hjalti what was going to happen and what I expected from him.  He listened carefully.

Hjalti was going for a walk to see the Great Big Outdoors.

Iacs and Daisy accompanied us.

Hjalti was thrilled.  He loved the idea of seeing new things.

We worked on his speshul skill – that of leading nicely and not barging in front of me (like this).

And very quickly Hjalti was leading and, most importantly, listening to me while we walked along the road.  We met one car and we only went a little way but Hjalti was a good boy.

He was happy to go back to his field, though.  His friends had missed him, apparently.