It is raining hard and everyone said they didn’t want to go outside.  I honestly don’t blame them. It is not nice out there.  Fivla took up residence in Dahlia and Gussie’s shed.  I don’t think the sheep minded very much – they are both tough hill sheep.

And the rest of the flock were all looking a miserable in their shed so I gave them some hay to eat, which was very gratefully received.

I was actually meant to be on a dog-walk but no one wanted to go – Ted had long since let himself back into the house via the catflap and gone to bed but Pepper helped me do my chores. Afterwards I sat down in the sheep-shed.

Instantly, I had a visitor – Maggie, who never left my side again.

She just wanted to be scratched and kissed on the nose.  It was a bit like kissing a wool sweater! And if I stopped, she would paw me to get me to keep going.

Everyone came over in turns except for Lambie, Barrel and Madge.

Lambie never once acknowledged my presence.

But Edna lay down beside me, while Maggie tried to eat my hair (and, yes, that hurts a lot).

This is the closest Madge has ever voluntarily been to me while I have been sat.

Bert also sat down beside me.

And went to sleep….. while I sang to him.

There is something very peaceful about sitting with sheep, apart from Maggie who is always poking me with her hoof wanting attention.  Lambie never came to say hello once.

And Pepper just stayed close by and waited.

I can’t understand how little the Shetland ponies can live off.  It is basically fresh air.

Their field upsets me now. There is nothing in it. If I saw this, I would report it to the authorities, desperate that they should do something for the poor, poor ponies who live there.  My ponies. My field and this is what is needed to get them to a) stay alive and b) possibly lose some weight.  This is on veterinary instruction too.

(Newt is only slightly bigger than the poo pile! – I clear up daily so at least the field is “clean”.)

The Shetland ponies only have access to this field for six hours a day.

By 3 p.m., they are all waiting by the gate asking to come into the paddock for something to eat.  A bowl of nothing and then a specific amount of soaked hay.

And apparently this is all a Shetland pony needs to live off for 24 hours.  I never thought I would keep ponies like this but here I am realising it is the only way to keep them alive and, God forbid, even healthy.

I am also trying to open up a small part of the track so they can live on it in Spring/Summer but not get laminitis.  Rather than give them the whole track, they get a new section of almost nothing once a week.

This is the next section.  If they can get fat on that, then I give up.  I am suprisingly staying strong!

It was windy today – a spring equinoctal gale, which apparently is not a thing but I can tell you it was very windy.  Along with my trusted companion (*** cough ***, yer right – tis the season for buggering off after rabbits when she thinks no one is watching), I struggled with my three buckets across the hill to feed the Icelandic horses.

I watched while “Trusted Companion” did her usual clearing up.

I decided to let everyone brave the gale and oncoming rain without rugs as they are all hairy and fat enough.  Even Iacs.

However, I did rug up Fivla and Vitamoobag because there is less shelter where they are and they get very miserable in bad weather.

Later on, when I was outside, I couldn’t find them anywhere and was pleased to see them in this paddock as so far they have refused to go near it.

The rain had started and it was unforgiving but the rugs did their job and when I brought the old ladies inside later in the afternoon, I found they were completely bone-dry underneath.  I also think that by rugging up Vitamin and Fivla they felt more like eating rather than standing around looking unhappy.

And it is nice and warm inside, apparently.

Pepper will talk to anyone.  She loves everyone.  No exception, though they might not love her.

Later on in the morning, I took the dogs out for a walk. It was very windy but sunny.

In the huge field, we found all the sheep sitting or grazing together.  All nine.

Of course Dahlia and Gus-Gus came racing over.

I found a suitable bottom-shaped rock and sat down to chat to anyone who wanted to come up.

Even Lambie came and talked to me (is it my birthday? I don’t think so).  I was very surprised.

Pepper was close by while Ted stayed a little way away.  He is sensible.

Dahlia was not kind to Pepper.

But I love this.  Pepper deliberately afterwards went to sit by Lambie – I think she felt safe next to him.

I love how Lambie doesn’t mind Pepper either and no, Lambie is not going to abort (a bloody miracle if he is in lamb), and yes, it is my land and yes, they are my sheep – if you are wondering and about to criticise me – the internet trolls, sorry experts, are out there, loud and proud.

Gussie, who always wears his food, followed us on this dogwalk.  Dahlia also came too.

It was nice to spend time with the sheep.  Winter prevents this as everything is too wet to sit on.

I am so fed up of trolls.  Perhaps they will stop guarding their rickety bridge.

Some days, and they are rare, I can’t think of anything to write.  This is one of them but here are today’s photos ….

Iacs eating his extra-special with added barley rings breakfast as I am worried about his weight.

Haakon eating his, complete with a small vacuum attachment.

I am not worried about Haakon one bit.

Today is the Spring Equinox.  My most favourite day in the calendar when I tell myself that things can only get better, i.e. warmer and lighter.  Roll on Spring and possibly even Summer, please.

Breakfast (theirs and mine) done and I went back into the field to poo-pick, which I hope is making a difference to the field.

Waffle had to investigate my poo-bucket.  Of course, he did.  That’s what Waffles do.

And then I found a duck on the outside table because that is what happens in my life.

A place where ducks live on tables.

And then indoors to see Monster doing that stretching toe thing.  Ooof.

I told you I had run out of words.