A Beautiful Evening

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When I came out of my shed this afternoon having made my hand-felted sheep, the sun was just setting and the light was beautiful. Really special.

I fed the ducks and hens who were around while my Fan Club looked on.  I left a bit out for them as well.  After all, the Fans have to be fed too.

This lovely evening quite took my breath away.  Truly magical.  So calm too.

Pepper appreciated it with me.

Once everyone was fed, I went to call the sheep home.  Gussie and Ster were mucking about and refusing to come home, and the ponies heard me shouting, which is never good as it puts the sheep off too.

But I did think Silver looked beautiful as he strolled up with all the glorious colours around him.

And then the others arrived too, like a small group of thugs.

Of course, they demanded my attention.

And obviously I could not say no.

Nose kisses for all.

And then this three had a row and all the peace and quiet abruptly ended because that’s what always happens.

The sheep came home eventually despite pony interference.

Still, it was a beautiful evening and I appreciate that.

All Bare Nekkid

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I don’t think Tiddles is talking to me anymore. I took off his rug mostly because the storm is finally over and therefore he didn’t need it.

He was very unimpressed and walked off in a huff.  I hope he will be back chatting to me tomorrow.

I tell myself that Tiddles is no longer the ill little pony of last year. He is fat, fit and fine.

After that, I off-roaded over the hill with Pepper in the Eggbox (Jimny) to Clothie, where the old folk currently live.

And, again, I took off all their rugs.  I wanted the horses and ponies to feel the sunshine on their backs. I think that is very important.  Rugs are very useful when needed but then so is sunshine.

Like Tiddles, Fivla was severely dischuffed with this idea.  Vitamin just got on with her job of eating while Fivvie sulked by the gable-end.

So that’s everyone now “bare nekkid” and I hope they all enjoy the respite from the recent vicious winter weather.

Later, after making another hand-felted Shetland sheep…..

….. Pepper brought the sheep home (I love this photo).

And I saw that the old folk were up the top of the hill on the skyline, eating (and I can tell you that is quite some hill to climb – ie, not one I do willingly so it is good to know everyone is getting some exercise too, in their old age).

Perfect.

That Wee Shed

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That wee shed is proving very popular at the moment.

I think it is because I hung the salt lick in there.  ‘Bert loves a salt lick and always makes a point of stopping off to get his ration.

Today the sheep didn’t want to go out into their field because the weather was filthy.  That was all except for Dahlia.  I went to ask her if she wanted to join the others but she said she was fine with the ponies.  It was then that I noticed that someone else had taken up residence in the wee shed.  This is the first time I’ve seen a pony in there since they moved fields.

Newt had decided to install himself.  This was Newt’s Wee Shed.

Outside it was raging – a good Force 11 and everyone else (Tiddles) had to be make themselves content with using the high walls for shelter.

So, does anyone need a bouncer for their Halloween Party?  Newt will be available.  Reasonable rates too.  You can almost hear Newt saying “If your name’s not down, you’re not coming in!”

(just look at those short little hairy legs – oof!)

(And why don’t you let the old ones inside, I hear you ask?  Because they wouldn’t go even if I told them, is my reply)

 

Leaving These Here

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Here are a few films that Daisy found on her phone the other day.

A freshly shorn Lambie eating biscuits (lovely sounds of munching)

Lambie in the kitchen (cough) eating toast and marmite.  He’s very partial.

Lambie, Bert and Ster when they were young playing in the school.

More playing.  I think this must’ve been in the spring/summer after Bert came back from his life in the hill (where he nearly died).  His coat is not as good as the others but they are all still young because Ster’s horns are very little. So sweet.

Everyone a little older playing outside (and that’s BeAnne barking in the background which I find very triggering – sniff).

And lastly, my very favourite film of best buddies (then) Albie and Newt having a mad playing session outside the house.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen this film.  They both sit down if they’re not winning, which I love (and no one is ever hurt).

Ok, So Far….

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I went out this morning with my buckets an hour late according to Newt who was tapping at his watch in a meaningful way.

The Shetland ponies in this field were all fine.  Tiddles was nice and dry in his little “dressing gown”.  He told me it was not coming off until next June.

And, as the sun rose, I could see it was going to be a nice day.

There was a lull in the storm.

In the other field, where all the old horses and ponies live, it was a different matter.  Everyone’s rugs were dry except for Haakon – his one was soaked through which made him miserable and tired.  I could see that.  So they had their breakfast and I took Haakon’s rug off to give him the day to dry out.  I carried it home so I could see why Haakon was so unhappy – it weighed a ton.

I scoured the internet, sold a kidney and bought Haakon (and Kolka because her rug is the twin of his and, although adequate, it’s not great) and Kolka a Rambo high-neck 0g rug each.  I like the Rambo brand because the ones I already have (Fivla, Vitamin, Iacs and Tiddles’) were bone dry inside after last night’s hellery.

We are due more appalling weather on Monday night for 24 hours, so I ended up putting Haakon’s heavier rug on for the time-being.  Again, a Rambo so I trust it will keep him warm and dry.

Anyway, Iacs was nice and dry (and perky).

And the girls were all happy too.

Kolka’s rug will have to do for the time being.  If it is wet tomorrow, she will have her heavier rug on instead.

I hate rugs that fail to be actually waterproof. I consider it very disappointing. Live and learn.