Meanwhile, Wussums has found his spot – under the Christmas tree.
It is still cold but now there is some snow on the hills but nothing very visible around here.
We go outside just to do the chores but we do them as quickly as possible.
Today consisted of stinging hail with occasional snow flurries. It is not settling, though.
Everyone knows the pack drill. We have it down to a fine art.
The original Minions are looking very good (read, fat) and I am very pleased.
I hope you will agree that Fivla is beginning to find her slimmer figure in the unforgiving Shetland winter.
The Icelandic horse mares look superb.
I adore this silhoette of Brá. Perhaps not the easiest of horses, Brá and I have an understanding. Basically, if she wants the carrot, she has to be friendly on my terms. It is not rocket science, it works for us and that is all that matters.
Hetja is rockin’ her 1970’s hair style à la Farrah Fawcett-Majors only Hetja is much, much prettier.
And then back home to feed the boys and I changed the drinking water in the outside trough.
Puzzah is always offers his help. Such a gentle ex-ram. He knows his name and he understands The Rules – no butting, no shoving, no pushing, no argument and if I want to kiss his nosey, he will let me!
He has also made best friends with the lick bucket!
So….. like Father…..
…. like Son (not)!
BeAnne is always on look-out duty.
In this weather, there is some riding – Daisy was feeling energetic and rode her Icelandic horse stallion, Taktur. I was lazy and didn’t.
Talking of lazy, when we got back into the house, Wu was still under the tree. I don’t think he has actually moved all day.