Every so often the Boyzenberries decide they want to mingle with the hill sheep and I duly let them out (or they escape when the gate is open for a car to be driven out) for some freedom.  On fine days I encourage their sojourns to the scattald.

Today the Boyz left home to see their friends.  I then went out to do stuff and left them to their play date. Upon my return home in the afternoon, I found my sheep sitting on a hill bored of watching and waiting for me to come home.

“Muzzah, you are late and vee vant to come home.”

Between the hill and our gate is a large (ish) ditch that has to be crossed one way or another.

“Sheep rampant” – a heraldry attitude, I think.

I love the way Lambie jumps so neatly with his little ears forward.

Then it was ‘Ster’s turn.  Now that is a look of determination.

It was a good landing – a nice clean jump over the ditch.

And lastly ‘Bert who refused to jump and grimly walked through the ditch. There is not telling some sheep.

Well done ‘Bert.  At least you are coming home which is good.

With the sun setting an hour earlier now, I always feel relieved to have my Boyzenberries home for the night.

We are trying to preserve our fields for winter.  It is a bit of a juggling game but, every year, we do our best.

There are various other factors to take into account.

The field we have just moved the boys back to is Clothie.  A five acre field with good shelter and its own stream but it does tend to dry up if it possibly can.  The downside to Clothie is that it is an unhelpful field to use in winter when we are feeding silage (from January onwards) as we have to lug every bale over, plus water if it runs out.  Back-breaking work.

Temperatures are going up this week, albeit briefly, so we will let the big field rest as we will definitely need that later.

Daisy, Flossie and I moved the eight lads over.

First the youngsters – we took one each.

Then the older, more sensible ones.  Daisy led Kappi and Taktur while I led Klaengur.  Floss brought up the rear with her herding skills.  Iacs and Haakon were loose and following, sort of.  Iacs had an independent thought which is never to be encouraged.  At one stage, we turned round and watched him set off down the track by himself in a happy bimbly trot!

Anyway, once safely in their field, we decided it was obviously an aberration.  Not like Iacs at all.

I am not sure how long the boys will stay here.  It may just be a week or so.  We’ll see how long the grass lasts.

With me, nothing is ever written in stone – I tend to change my mind frequently.

By the way, in my head the field swapping makes perfect sense.  Just writing it down makes me sound like a deranged idiot.

To make up for yesterday’s totally inadequate blog post, I went into my stable/studio and made a little film.

Things I learned today whilst film-making….

1.  Sticky Glue dots are exactly not that.  They stick to one thing – themselves – or maybe two – me and themselves.  Everything else they are entirely immune to on the sticking front.  A complete waste of money.
2. It is very difficult to make ponies jump.  Just sayin’.  I had to be the Muzzah of Invention.
3. It is also very difficult to get Monster to meow on request, which surprised me since he never shuts up so it ended up with me opening his tin of cat food while Floss followed him round trying to record him telling me to feed him NOW!
4. BeAnne is a grudging little companion (see photo)
5. I really need my own studio space (see photo). The building may be completed by Christmas and I am very excited. I have such plans.

So, I hope you enjoy the film.  That’s 29 seconds of your life you’re not going to get back.  Turn up the volume too. 

I hope this makes up for yesterday.

Edited:  I read this blog back and managed to say, like, “totally” three times in the first paragraph. I sounded like a teenager.  I really must remember to proof-read. I embarrassed myself.

A bad day for me. I’ve spent most of it in bed.  Sorry. I’ll be better tomorrow.

Autumn is truly my favourite time of year.  Mostly because of the light and the colours. All perfect.

So on my daily checks of the two herds that live outwith Thordale, I obviously took my camera.

First up were the two pregnant Icelandic mares – Hetja and Brá – plus Hetja’s little girl from last year, Lilja.

Lilja is weaned so it is fine for her to be back with her Mum.

The girls is much more settled now.  There is no barging and arguing, though I do love Hetja’s face at Lilja when she walked past my camera and wrecked the shot!  That is such a Mum look!

The ladies are most definitely pregnant.

That or the world’s biggest diet is on its way!

Our not-so-little (these days) Lilja is maturing to be a lovely filly.

She has a huge amount of look-at-me as well as being such a nice person as well.

It is nearly impossible to take photos of Lilja as she tends to follow me everywhere offering “help”.

But, with the help of threats and jumping up and down, I did get Lilja to stop following me so I could grab a few nice pics of her.

(however, she didn’t believe my threats!)

So that’s the girls.  All happy and settled and eating for two, three or four……. except for Lilja who is just a “growing girl”.