So much to do, so little time….

I start a job, then get distracted, wander off and do something else.  I am annoying myself.  I need to finish one thing and then move on.  I can’t seem to do this.

Meanwhile, I am trying to ride Klængur, train Dreki, make lots of sheeple to sell (I can’t keep up with the demand), move furniture around to fit in the new arrivals (it is now three chest-of-drawers deep in one room!), put stuff  on Fleabay or post, Minions to check, Vitamin to feed …… and the diaries to transcribe in the evening.

I need more time and energy.  I meet myself coming home.

Today, I managed everything (I write the diaries after supper).

This is our first step of something faster than walk!

And my happy face afterwards.

Dreki is coming along very nicely.

After making another sheeple to add to the pile I am taking to town tomorrow, I went for a ride on Klængur who had one mahoosive spook at a pheasant (I hate them so much).

The rest of the ride was lovely and calm.  I reckon if I can sit that spook, then I can sit most things.

Another silly grin from me.

The hill sheep mostly have all had their lambs now.  They always give birth a few weeks later than the sheep kept “inbye”, ie on the croft.

These hill lambs will all be related to my lot, especially Harrel-the-Barrel.  I definitely see the family resemblance.

Hill lambs can be an elusive lot when they want to be.

I drive very slowly and carefully on the road through the hill on my way to the Minions as the lambs are particularly suicidal at this age.  Last year was very depressing as folk drove far too fast with no idea who was waiting to hurl itself across the road to get to its mother.  There were far too many unnecessary and sad deaths.  I hate that.

This time of year is torture for me.  I just want to scoop up all the little Harrel’s and bring them home for safety.

Meanwhile, when I got home Lambie was waiting for me.  He had been sitting at the top of the hill because the flies were annoying him (it rained last night, the wind changed and got warmer = flies).  I let him in, gave him a biccie and ordered him a fly-collar for the rest of the summer.

Haakon has got over his meeting with Taktur, our stallion, and is looking much better again. Being 28, he gets food, as in real calories.

If you don’t know, Haakon is my first and best Icelandic horse.

We go way back – over 25 years and are a bit like an old married couple. We know each other very well.

And today, far, far away, shut in another pen are everyone else (that would be Klængur and Iacs) who would bully Haakon.  In this life, le mot jour is “Carpe diem” (sieze the day for you non-Latin speakers) or seize the gate and shut it so Haakon could eat his breakfast in peace.

They all get along very well, but when food is involved all bets are off.

If there can be stealing, intimidating and even bullying, then no one is without sin.

Iacs is the worst culprit.

He doesn’t care.  We have constant words about his killer instinct (he can also pat down a human with all the expertise of a security guard at a large international airport looking for explosives).

Anywho, today Haakon got to eat his breakfast without an armed guard.  He was happy.

No one is talking to Storm.  He was awful this morning.  I am very cross – no, disappointed, that’s worse – with him.

While Vitamin was eating her daily bucket, he nipped in and shovelled as much as he could.  I was putting barrier cream on Tiddles’ nose and Storm took advantage of my absence.  I quickly rushed back to Vitamin.

Newt was a gentleman (I’m not going to lie to you, but that makes a change. We’ve had quite the winter with him).

Tiddles was his usual angelic self.

“Yes, you were.”

Such a handsome chap!

And meanwhile….. Storm.  **** sigh ****.

He had been told once and he was not giving in…..

Storm has no boundaries.  The lowest of the low.  Annoying for the sake of annoying.  He went away with a flea in his ear.  Poor Vitamin. She doesn’t need the hassle. No one does.  He is a wee turd.

I have had this “new” camera now, I think, probably over a year and I struggle with it.  I have asked a user group for help and have decided that the problem is most definitely me.  I need to just get out more and use the ruddy thing so I can work out how best to get on with it.  Or sell it.

Last night, after transcribing my month (I am up to November 1929 now) of my Great-Great Aunt Kate’s diaries, I went outside with said camera to see who I could practice on.  ‘Ster was my willing volunteer.

He is such a dude.

I need more depth of field in this one.

Monster in his basket.

And this is from today on my travels to our village after feeding Vitamin – who is doing so much better now (picture with my phone camera, which I adore and get on very well with).

I had the road to myself so could stop and take photos as I went.

I am still not sure. My jury is out.  I will go back to the users forum and see what they suggest.  Looking at these photos, I may just cut my losses and sell.