After a rather good Sunday lunch (we had friends over so I made curry out of anything that stopped moving), we walked over to Clothie with our dogs to give them a run – them, not us!

I also gave my big camera an outing remembering as I walked that it weighs a ruddy ton.

Anyway, I took some nice photos of Pepper.  She is now fully recovered and 100% bouncing around.  The misery of yesterday has been quickly forgotten .

Ted is a due his four monthly haircut on Tuesday. He is looking very hairy at the moment and he will be glad when he is back to his shaven svelte self.

Monster did not accompany us on this walk, preferring his bed.

And I don’t think I will ever eat another thing again. I am full.  The sort of full that means nobody is going to get supper because I can’t ever think about cooking again.

A certain “person” has spent the day not feeling very well.

Pepper didn’t eat her breakfast, didn’t want to go on her dog-walk  and has spent the afternoon alternating between dry retching or sleeping while her little tumbly rumbled noisily.

Feeling sorry for her, I wrapped Pepper up in BeAnne’s bébé-blanket while Mandy and I played flute duets.

Anyway, it seemed to do the trick – Pepper ate a little tea of boiled chicken and rice and says despite the odds, she thinks she might live.  Phew!

One too many mummiefied bunny rabbits, methinks.  I have thrown so many corpses onto the top of the container for the crows to take away, but Pepper still finds the ones they drop and munches away until I take them away again.

You would think she would quickly work out that eating shite would leave her feeling like death warmed up and perhaps she should stop. But no, off she goes to find another ancient remains.

In other worlds, Dahlia and Gussie were around with the other sheep this morning so Lambie was being weird.

I put the mineral lick bucket nearer the door so they could have a shot at it too.

Or argue over it. Whichever.

Afterwards, I put them all out for the day in the big field with the ancient horses and Shetland ponies.

Gussie came back to say he wanted more lick, please, thank you.

This is the face of someone who went a-visiting yesterday afternoon while I was away packing vegetables…..

And she’s not sorry she did it but sorry she was caught and brought home, though!

I am very ashamed of her.  I have been apologising to my neighbours.

Anyway, tomorrow is another day…… (a phrase often used around here so that we can all move on from whoever’s latest ghastly behaviour).

And little Miss Pepper promises she will behave (and I don’t believe her – we’ve been here before).

The wind continues to blow with intermittent horizontal rain showers and I managed to position the breakfast buckets so they didn’t blow around.

Iacs has this sussed – basically never take your head out until you’ve finished.

This is the time of year the little boys are asking for more hay. They already get one haynet at night – the theory being they won’t test the fencing because they will feel fuller and less desperately hungry.

But, as it has rained on and off all day, and the ponies have spent their time running up and down the hill to get to shelter (the container) as fast as possible.  Good exercise, I tell them.

While I cleaned the track up in a gale, I prayed to all the Gods that the ponies don’t break the fence. This is the time of year – the Autumn flush – when the grass has the highest sugar content and is most lethal.

Please no more laminitis is all I say to everyone.

This morning’s weather can only be described as vile.  Haakon’ and Iacs’s breakfast buckets blew away and I had to scrape up Iacs’ complete with what pills I could find and hope he ate most of them.  Everyone was very unimpressed with my efforts.  Fivla got nothing and left in a huff.  Haakon found a small pile of his breakfast and ate that off the ground.

Meanwhile the wind was blowing hard, the rain was horizontal and I was cursing.

The little ones all sought shelter in one of their containers and I said my mantra “thank the Gods for the containers” as I went to find Silver to give him his TurmerAid.

For once, Newt had been allowed inside but Tiddles wasted no time in telling him to consider himself very lucky and not to get used to it.

So Newt tried to bite him.  ** sigh **.  He doesn’t make life easy for himself.

I waited patiently while Silver ate and thought that it was very warm (read close) in the container while the wind and rain fiercely did their thing outside.

Once finished with the outside animals, OH and I went back inside to find a power cut.  The electricity had been going on and off for a while so we were not particularly surprised.

Luckily we are not 100% reliant on electricity so I could make my breakfast – porridge and coffee.

And after that, I decided to get on with transcribing my Great Great Aunt Kate’s diaries which have been on the back burner this summer.  1944 to finish.

Now there’s a sight I thought I wouldn’t see.  Sheep and Shetland ponies together, albeit Fivla, on their way out of the paddock.  The chaps and chapesses seem to have overcome their mortal fear of ponies, though I doubt they will ever mingle with the boys on the track whose behaviour (chasing Lambie when small) will never be forgiven or forgotten.  But I guess the sheep know that Fivla has not moved fast in her lifetime – she doesn’t do speed – so they feel safe and confident around her.  They are also getting better about the other horses too.  It’s a good start and nice to see.

I think much of this new behaviour has to do with Gussie and Dahlia who really don’t mind the horses and ponies and can’t see the problem (possibly Lambie hasn’t told them about the chasing thing then).

Not much going on here, otherwise.

I sort of managed to capture the lunar eclipse the other night.  It was very windy so this is the best I could do.

And then I took this the next night so one day after a full moon, whatever that is – waning gibbous, I have just looked it up.