Monthly Archives: June 2026

Epic Fail

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Oh, today has not been good.  The pouring rain all morning didn’t help.

I decided to do an experiment – I wanted to film one of our garden poppies coming out of their buds because every time we turn our backs, one unfolds and appears. They are very beautiful too.

I had lots of memory on my phone and I set it to take time-lapse photos all morning on my makeshift stand – between three glass balls and prayed no one would phone me (the phone vibrates!)  Not ideal, I know, but it did the job.  I even put my headtorch light on the buds to get a better result.

I love taking photos of the poppies and was very hopeful. Six hours later, not one poppy bud had come out and my phone ran out of battery.  I ditched the long and very boring film feeling very disheartened.

All I wanted was something a bit more animated but have now given up.  I’m not doing that again.

 

But, as Daisy said, when I whinged on the phone as to the fact that I now had nothing for today’s blog, “all anyone wants to really see is the cat!”  So here you are.

(Oh yes, I did have one win today. I had forgotten – I got a collar on ‘Bert and even managed to give him some painkillers.)

How the Tables have Turned

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Well, the tables have turned.

The only sheep who will talk to me these days, without getting up and walking away in disgust, is Lambie.  I thought he would be aloof like normal.

But, no, he was all sweetness and light complete with Winning Smile.  Dear boy.  We luffs little Lambie.

I  was actually in the sheep field with my pockets stuffed full with a bottle of painkillers, syringe and collar for ‘Bert – he is limping and very withdrawn.  I had everything well hidden but he knew and refused to have any discussion at all.  I couldn’t get near him.

I reckon I could’ve talked to ‘Ster if I had wanted to – I stroked his head and told him he looked so handsome but it was really Bert I was after and wanted to treat.

So very handsome, though.

The others were all a bit mad too so I left them alone. Barrel suffered from stranger-danger about me and I am not the one who has been sheared and looks different!  Everyone is in a very weird mood – it happens when they are sheared.  I should be used to this by now.

Anyway, as I watched Bert vanishing into the middle distance, I told myself that if he could run away and avoid capture, then he can’t be that ill, can he?  However, I will keep trying.

Shearing Today

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I received a message from my shearer saying he could shear the sheep Wednesday a.m.  The forecast was rain and then more rain the night before so, rattling a packet of Rich Tea biccies, I got the sheep inside yesterday evening so they wouldn’t be soaking wet.

This decision did not make me popular but there it was.

Morgan, my shearer, arrived nice and early and got to work. First up ‘Bert.

And then all the rest.

Maggie was particularly vile to Lambie when he came out all newly sheared and pretended she didn’t know who he was anymore.

They are always like that and Lambie got very upset at being hassled.

I had to go to town to collect  my car, amongst other things and, as the sheep all said they wanted to go into the field (still raining), I let them in.  Next thing they wanted back out again and went back to bed.  Fair enough.

When I got home from town, I found the sheep milling around. I think they are much so better for having their fleeces off.  There was lots of scratching and needing reassurance that I still love them even if they think they look different.

I did learn that no one is too fat (with the exception of Barrel and possibly Gussie) and  I was pleased to see how well the old ones look – Lambie, Bert and Ster. I had been worrying they came out of winter thin.

I think Dahlia looks glorious.

And Lambie, of course.  He’s still very handsome in an only-a-mother-could-love-him sort of way.

Best of news of all was that the world’s fattest sheep, aka Madge, is now deemed as “not as fat as she was and has been much worse”.  So that was encouraging.

So that’s that. Everyone sheared for the year and looking good.

Good Neighbours

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Apparently this photo was taken by my neighbour at 06:30.  I have no words (but it is sort of my fault because I forgot to clip the lead on last night).

Pepper jumped in the car and was brought home and no one, absolutely no one, is talking to her.  Wee turd.  I am so ashamed.

Feeling very kind and generous, I did however take Pepper for a walk in the morning (not that she needed or deserved one) before I drove the car into town to have something essential done (I forget what) at the garage tomorrow.

  

Earlier, OH had taken Ted in for his quarterly hair cut – which was very due and needed. He picked me up from the garage and drove Ted and I home.  We all think Ted looks great now and much better for his haircut.

Ted does still look very like Dobby.  Ignore the ginger thing on the left of the photo. She means nothing to us.

Apparently she is sorry, not sorry and has been embarrassed all day avoiding eye contact and any interaction.  It was only while I am writing this that she started playing and pretending nothing was wrong.

Not sorry at all.  Wee turd.

Sheep and Horses

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A few random photos from my day.

Some of the sheep.

I title this “the only thing holding you back, Lambie, is yourself”.

The Magnificent Three.  Rule the world, this lot could – a horse, a duck and a dog (sounds like some weird logic puzzle).

There was a potential intruder situation at the front door.  I had to pay a fee – apparently an apple core is the going rate.

Then again when I went into my shed to make my daily hand-felted Shetland sheep.  I heard the door handle rattle (Haakon’s one skill). I knew it was him and opened the door.

And, yes, I gave in and Haakon got a shortbread finger or three.

Later on, I couldn’t find anyone when I went outside to poo-pick around the place, but eventually located the horses standing outside the field-gate waiting to go back in.  Usually, I have to wave my walking stick and herd them all there but today they were already around.

So I opened the gate and waited…..

And waited (I love Iacs’ expression, btw).

And lastly, as they wanted to come home early, I let the sheep in.

Note-to-self – arrange for them to be sheared.  I think they could do with it now.

And I title this “Nobody puts Lambie in a corner” because he can do it all by himself!