Category Archives: MyShetland

Car Problems

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It’s been one of those mornings.

A nothing-going-particularly-right kind of morning (I couldn’t even get my Wordle and Connections completed easily).  That was The Sign.  I should’ve heeded it.

I took my old car in for its MOT and it failed right at the end, when they were about to sign it off as a pass! Out of nowhere the check engine light came on and so it had to be failed.  I left the car at the garage and a new brake-something will also be fitted as the rear left wheel was whistling and whirring on the way in (though apparently not an MOT failure).  I feel depressed now.  I am not good when things go wrong.

On a plus, though, a friend popped into the garage to see how my car was getting on and he kindly gave me a lift home.  So that actually was very helpful.  I didn’t fancy waiting hours for the bus.

And the rest of my day has just pottered along pretty normal from there.  Well, my normal anyway.

Such as it ever is.  So prayers that the bill is less than I think it will be for my Mum’s ancient Honda Jazz. It is at least 17 years old but a real work-horse and the last working thing I have her’s.

I need chocolate. Lots of it.

A Second Breakfast

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I had to take a friend quickly to hospital at 6 a.m. so I left the morning chores to OH, shouting as I ran out the door clutching the car keys “Please feed everyone but don’t worry about pills, etc, I will deal with all of that when I’m back!”

So OH kindly gave the horses, ponies, and sheep their breakfast (which is usually my job) just minus the necessary pills, powders and potions.

Upon my return much later in the morning, I took a second breakfast over to the oldies.

Haakon needs his daily boswellia otherwise he becomes a giraffe!

The two little old ladies got a token gesture because I knew they would put in complaints to the management.

Ditto Kolka.  She would never allow anyone to eat a second breakfast if she wasn’t included. That’s probably The Law.

Bibble aka Iacs also needed his food because he has his daily four anti-cancer pills and I would worry that everything nasty would start sprouting again even if one day was missed.  His bucket is the most important.

Anyway, I told the horses and ponies that it was a one-off and they shouldn’t get used to it or shout “but we’re in a routine” after one day of a second breakfast.

I know everyone likes a second breakfast.

But it is not something I encourage for obvious reasons.

Cat v. Dog

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I gave myself the afternoon off from fulfilling my huge overseas order of hand-felted sheep to play flute duets with my friend, Mandy.  We haven’t played in a while so it was good to play.  Something different.  I needed this.

As ever, Pepper came too. She is my shadow, after all.

While I was setting up, I happened to look out of the window to see Monster approaching (I love the way he actually uses the path as if it was made specifically for him).

Mandy and I continued with the setting up, while we were “serenaded” or shouted at, depending on your perspective.

Luckily, Monster was easily distracted and spent some time looking out of the windows.

The perfect bird hide for one very large white cat who is not exactly invisible, except for perhaps when it snows.

And then Monster left, and we had a lovely afternoon playing (but mostly chatting and drinking tea) our flutes sometimes almost in tune and we thought we were quite good, at times.

Afterwards Pepper and I went into the house where war ensued.  Notice who expends the most energy in this endeavour and also notice who was expelled from the room.

And yes, Monster got Pepper on her way back in (and he was not sorry either!)

Pepper never learns who is boss. I don’t know why she tries, really.

Happy Halloween

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White cat staring at large knife

A Rare Sight

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Now here’s a rare sight – all the sheep grazing together with the Shetland ponies.

After “The Incident” (the one where Lambie was chased by the Shetland ponies when they were much younger n this very field), I never thought he would forgive, let alone forget.

The other sheep don’t particularly mind the Shetland ponies being around. They are much braver than Lambie, It is already a low bar, though.

I know it is just Lambie who runs (read waddles) when he sees or hears the ponies approaching.

Poor Lambie, one of life’s victims (which is his actual life goal).

But today, this morning they are all grazing perfectly happily together and I think it is because Dahlia and Gussie quite like the horses and ponies, and everyone is becoming a bit more tolerant and a bit less silly, or murderous.

So that’s good and well done to Lambie for facing his fears.

I suppose having his very own guard dog helps too.

Pepper is afraid of not nothing and not nobody.  “As fierce as maggots”, as my grandfather used to say.