Do you remember Tor, the little Shetland mare who we borrowed for 9 months in 2016?  She adopted Albie while nursing her son, Camus.

We saw her yesterday when we were visiting Bergli Stud with her new foal, Brus (pronounced Bruce).

Brus is wonderful.

He is a huge character with wow, pizzaz and hutzpah.

I was taking photos of him for the Stud’s website and Brus was not going to co-operate.

Oh no, Brus was going to wave his legs around like the little stallion he wants to be.

So Bjørn swiftly gave up and took off his headcollar so he could run around.

And boy, could Brus move. He trotted about the field dancing.  We all just stood there and laughed and then said wow!  He was such a happy confident little lad.

And he has the beginnings of a silly-frilly or silly-spikey, depending on your angle.

This tiny little pony (and believe me, he is small) has a huge amount of look-at-me and a wow trot.  He floats effortlessly.

Brus is enchanting.  There is something about him that is very special.

But he is still a Mummy’s boy.  He luffs his wonderful Mum, Tor.

I can never thank her enough for all she did for our Albie.  Without Tor, Albie would not be the happy little chappie he is.

Today I went over to Bergli Stud to take photos of this year’s foals.

It’s a tough job but someone has to do it.

The little ones had all just been microchipped by the vet.  Then the paperwork has to be completed and the foals will be registered with the Shetland Stud-Book Society.  The each get their official red passport.

Only a vet can microchip a pony.  It is injected into the nuchal ligament just below the mane.

No one seemed any the worse for this procedure.

After the vet had gone, I just did what I like to do best – wander round taking lots of photos.

I miss our standard blacks but having this stud at the end of my road means I see these beautiful ponies all the time.

And we are lucky to have such lovely little foals nearby too.

Remember Rose Blossom?  The mare who nearly died from hyperlipaemia.  Well here she is looking amazing.  I don’t know if she still remembers me.  As her nurse, we did not part the best of friends.

More photos soon.  There were so many delicious little foalios!

Some of you may remember that in October 2017 the last of our homebred Thordale foals, Lyra, left us to go to her new home on the mainland.  It was a hard decision for us to make but Lyra needed to travel and see the world rather than stay at home with a pile of Minions listening to them plan their world domination.  Lyra has always been destined for great things.

So she went on the boat to Scotland to join the Drumnagair Shetland Pony Stud in North Aberdeenshire.

(Lyra’s arrival in Aberdeen back in October)

Since leaving, she has been through a hard Scottish winter.

She has seen some serious snow – we don’t really have snow in Shetland so this must’ve come as a bit of a surprise to her.

She has run with a Shetland pony stallion, Westpark Three Star.

Now confirmed pregnant, Lyra is now out and about at various Scottish agricultural shows.

Her results so far are:-

Yes, that would be Reserve Champion.

(so proud *** sniff *** our little girl is all growed up)

This is Lyra’s first year in the show ring.  It is exhausting work for a mum-to-be!  All that hard work being adored and looking beautiful.

So Lyra is doing very well with her new owners.  They adore her and she is obviously happy doing what she does best – being beautiful and she’s going to have a foal too (oof, the excitement is almost too much!)

T’other day, whilst out on one of my walks with my three sheep, a friend drove by and stopped for a chat.  I explained that I walked as my physio and she offered to come along too.

Today we went for our walk.  My friend brought her two doglets – Pip and Jack and I took Her- (Now Sulking)-Maj who refused to have anything to do with her canine companions.

(Oh the shame)

By Shetland standards it was a hot day.  There was also a brisk breeze which made walking very easy.

We went much further than I usually do but the wind blew us along and we were chatting as we walked so I didn’t really notice until the way home when we had to walk straight into the wind.  Then it was much more difficult and we could barely hear ourselves.

We arrived home feeling very well exercised and virtuous.  A cup of coffee in the kitchen and Monster came into introduce himself to our guests.

If you asked Monster if he liked dogs, he would reply yes, but he couldn’t eat a whole one.

You can guess what happened next.  I apologised profusely shooting Monster a filthy look at the same time.

It was a lovely walk and all the better for having a friend to chat to.  I hope I will see them again.

Last night, exhausted, I went to bed with a stonking migraine.  I found out why the next morning – we had a thunderstorm.  My head appears to have turned me into a barometer.

Poor BeAnne was terrified and jumped onto my bed and was straight under my duvet.

BeAnne hates thunderstorms.  A few years ago, she ran away from a massive lightening strike outside the backdoor and ran into the hills for the whole night.  Despite searching and searching, we only found her a few miles away the next morning, totally drenched and terrified.  BeAnne (and I) have never forgotten the worst night of our lives.

My poor little girl spent the morning in my bed shaking and panting.

Out came all my aromatherapy things.  I sprayed the duvet with a calming lavender mist and put the diffuser on as well, using a calming oil mixture.

I also put some music on to drown the sound of the thunder.  Together we snuggled under the bedclothes listening to Al Stewart’s Year of the Cat.

Eventually BeAnne settled down and went to sleep.

The storm came and went a couple of times and I also used the time to sleep and rest too. My migraine had left me exhausted this morning.

I don’t think we have seen the end of these thunderstorms but we have a drill in the house – all doors and windows are shut, all plugs are pulled out including the telephone and BeAnne only goes outside on a lead.

As I write this, BeAnne is feeling a bit perkier now – she managed to steal Monster’s tea so life is back to normal.