Everyone fed.

Everyone checked.

Every nose kissed.

No one was left out (Waffle is around the corner!)

And then I went to town to get my last jag – Covid vaccination…..

My hair cut (it needed doing and I am very happy now).  A short sharp bob.

I also managed some lovely “window” shopping looking at gas cookers (down to two working rings now, grrr) and cameras (mine has a grinding noise while spitting out unhelpful error messages).

Some luxurious but unmentionable fish and chips – tell no one as the family is always jealous.  They were utterly delicious!

But, best of all, time to myself.  It was heaven.

And then back to my life with shorter hair and feeling much more ready to take on the world!  Bring it on.

Edited to add:  Daisy and Monster took BeAnne for a lovely walk xx

I have been wondering if the wild primroses that grow on either side of the burn (stream) which runs through the fields are blooming yet.

And they are just beginning!

Happy days indeed.

This is one of my favourite spots.

And, yes, of course, Maggie came too because she has to go everywhere I go.  We seem to be attached.  Possibly forever.

I love the primroses.

The ultimate sign that Spring is now well and truly springing.

We had a false start, and then those dreadful blizzards, but I am convinced we are back on track again.  The days are warmer.

This also means we will soon be meeting whoever Maggie is cooking.  My money is on a little black lamb (a boy).  Oooh!

‘Bert and ‘Ster were around too.  Happily eating.

‘Ster came to talk to me.

He is so handsome.

Both sides.

I left Maggie with the boys, hopeful she would stay with them.  I would love her to be a sheep rather than someone-attached-to-a-person.

Yup, she followed me home!

Well, writing it all down yesterday helped me gain perspective with BeAnne and where we are with her.  Thank you also for your kind comments and advice.  That helped hugely too.  It is lovely to have such supportive readers.  I don’t feel alone.

Anywho, today I took your counsel and put Her Maj on the extendable lead. Off we set on our walk in the field to visit the bunny rabbitses in their homes but this time we had company.

BeAnne was quite pleased to know Monster was with us.

Quite, not very. Just quite – that needs to be mentioned.

She had a good time finding things to investigate.

And Monster joined in as well.  He was very much part of this walk.

We reached our destination – a huge bank where the rabbits live.  BeAnne knew.  In her youth, this was a much-loved hunting ground and she would often disappear for a surreptitious little dig during the day.

I let BeAnne do what she wanted, but this time without any potential for escape.

Monster politely sat on a rock and waited.

When BeAnne had had enough, she said “let’s go home now”.

And so we did just that.  It was a very nice little walk, this time with no raised voices, worry and shredded nerves.

Weather-permitting, we shall do more of this.  It was good for us all.

Long and boring – sorry – I am trying to work out what is best by writing it down.

BeAnne is hard work at the moment.  In her mind, she is slowly wandering away from us. I also think she is almost totally blind too.

Having found Her Maj fast asleep outside in the garden a few times today (and it is not warm), I wonder if she knows where she is.  While she wants to wander about the enclosed yard around our house, she can’t because of Maggie – who butts first and thinks afterwards. Maggie goes where she wants because I don’t want her stressed this late in her pregnancy and she refuses to be with the others. Our garden is nice and big but she wants to visit her old haunts.

This afternoon I took BeAnne to Clothie (my five acre field) so she could have fun “hunting” like the old days.

She enjoyed that.

On the way home, BeAnne headed off on a mission to peruse the old-sheep-shed (a favourite place) but I was terrified Maggie would get her in a corner and pound her.

So I followed to keep her safe.

I watched BeAnne find a little escape route that she thinks I don’t know about as she set off again.

Feeling that BeAnne obviously wanted to potter and exercise is good for her, we went into the big field, where the old men are currently living.  I lifted her over the fence and off she motored at quite some speed.  She can’t half shift when she wants to.

I watched BeAnne find some little rabbit holes.

And then she fell, there was a leg in each and she was stuck. I gently lifted her out.

And off BeAnne trundled, determinedly walking towards the steep cliff-like sides of the stream oblivious to me trying to head her off at the pass.  In the end I grabbed her, put my coat sleeve through her coat like a lead but giving up half way and carried her home. She is very heavy!

I spend my day trying to keep her safe and worrying while she lives in her own world.  Today it was too much.

Daisy and I came home this morning from our daily Minion Rugby Match, to see Iacs by himself – always a bad sign.

Iacs shares his field with his cousin, Haakon, as well as Klængur.  They were within eyesight but not exactly close by. They were having their mid-morning snooze.

So, armed with a headcollar, a big bag of yesterday’s carrots as well as the all-important-never-leaving-my-side small black sheep, I went to free Iacs from where he had managed to get himself stuck.

Luckily, Iacs put his head over the wall and, with his headcollar on, I led him to a part where the wall had rumbled. He carefully walked over it to rejoin his friends.  It didn’t dawn on him to do this himself – he has only lived in this field for over 20 years.

(note – the stupendous silly-frilly hair-do!)

The carrots were shared out.  Everyone was very pleased to see them.

And me and my small black sheep, the headcollar and a now-empty bag of carrots went back home safe in the knowledge that everyone was where they should be – except possibly for the small black sheep, aka Maggie, who refuses to be with the other sheep and just trails round after me all day!