We have moved everyone to a new place.
The boys are now in a field and I remain hopeful that the late Autumn sunshine will help the grass in the more eaten fields start growing again. It will be useful for later on in Winter.
This afternoon, I went down with my camera for a little sit and waited to see who came up to talk.
The Shetlands may be small but they are very very cute and much loved. I think they know this.
Newt has grown into a slight bigger Newt. Perhaps not enormous in stature, he is huge in his head.
There is the same determination.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by small orange little peoples. A plethora.
Despite this, Newt was trying hard to get through to talk to me.
He really put everything into it and shoved.
Darling Newt. Every home should have one.
After a huge “orange” cuddle (that would be Klaengur, Newt, Albie (part orange), Efstur and Hjalti), the boys all went to have a drink at the stream.
And then they were back for more gorgeous orange-ness.
Can one person have too much orange? I think not.
No such thing.