To misquote Snow White ……
♬ They eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat….
…. In a field the whole day through.
♬ To eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat …..
Is what they like to do! ♬
Oh yes. A full haynet each in the morning and one after lunch.
Hurry up Spring. We need the grass to start growing. We are all very bored of Winter.
They just never stop eating!
This is not the face (or double chin) of an Angel.
This is very probably evil.
Mean – definitely mean. Monster lies in wait to rugby tackle Her Maj on a regular basis.
Sadly, he is very good at his job. He obviously practices with earth. I have no idea why, either.
And now I have irrefutable evidence that my car is not safe. I would put money on that Monster has tampered with my brakes. I have always said this and I now I have all the proof I need.
OH’s car remains, of course, untouched. Well it would, wouldn’t it? He loves OH with what can only be described as rather creepy hero worship.
Her Maj would never meddle with my car – mostly because she is too *** cough *** rotund to get under it!
This is her “Who me?” face.
And Her Maj is my best girl. I cut her claws today so she hates me now too.
Off to eat worms with Lambie. Now he loves me (ok, tolerates)!
I’ve just come in from another lovely day here in Shetland.
Yes, I was followed home – for the evening ginger biccie (‘Bert) was at the back having a chat with Daisy). He appeared later.
This afternoon, I found Iacs hanging over the gate having been “deserted” by the others. He was making noises to himself about the misery of loneliness so I took him by his chin-hairs and gently guided him back to his friends who had been hiding.
There was barely any wind today, which is a rare event for Shetland in itself. I made the most of it by taking photos of the crocuses before they are either blown away or crushed under foot.
And the snowdrops are now going along well.
I was not alone in the garden.
I love that coat very much.
And then rest of the afternoon was spent in my shed taking photos of two of my flutes – to be sold as I rarely get them out of their boxes – and a “Mum” sheeple.
So a good productive day. Oh yes, and I went for a lovely ride on Klængur while Daisy rode Efstur. The ginger ninjas behaved beautifully.
The daily bucket – the Old Men all have one first thing in the morning. The supplement, TurmerAid, is fed to these three for different reasons:-
Iacs – digestion and joints (after that colic episode last year, we are taking no chances). Daisy and I still ride him too. His job is to be a steadying influence when Daisy rides out on Efstur.
Klængur – to get him to take a step back from that cliff he stands on the edge of and to stop listening to the voices in his head. It worksvery well too – far less unnecessary spooking and feels much calmer and happier.
Haakon – because he is old and his joints are stiff. He has to live forever too.
I often get asked if horses (and sheep) like TurmerAid and my reply is always “I have yet to meet any of mine who don’t”. I can feed it to them on it’s own in my hand.
Haakon occasionally comes up for air!
A nice little “TurmerAid Tache”.
He’s not looking bad for a 26 year old Icelandic horse (scuse the filth – it is inevitable this time of year and I am not someone who brushes).
The rest of the morning was spent with Daisy “doing feet” – today was Waffle and Storm’s turn.
We had the usual audience.
Both were very good and I would even go so far as saying “helpful” – not a word one usually associates with Storm.
But today as well as behaving impeccably, Storm entertained me with his lovely smile.
So that was us and once home, I reached for my Turmeric Capsules so aptly named “Turm-Oil”. My poor back!