Maggie and ‘Bert are together because Edna and Madge cannot be nice.

 

Yesterday Madge gave Maggie such a belter that she fell over.  Not pretty and definitely not good.  I told Madge in no uncertain terms just what I thought of her.  Once the snow has thawed, I will give them all one more chance and if Edna and Madge still fail to be civil, they will have to go to Leradale for a bit while Maggie has her lamb(s). I hate doing this but it is for Maggie’s safety and she has to be my priority.

At the moment Maggie and ‘Bert live in the little paddock behind the house.  There is a shed attached.  As I type, I am watching them go back to bed everytime it snows!

Over the past 48 hours, the snow and Arctic winds have been unceasing and no one is moving.

It is horrible.  Seriously vile.  I am at my wits’ end.  We run around all day trying keep the animals alive and ourselves warm.  The house hates a north wind and the temperature everywhere drops dramatically.

To add to our misery, we had a power cut for a few hours this evening so I lit all the gas lamps.

I keep three on stand-by for emergencies.  I suffer from this eternal urge to try and switch on the lights!

Anywho, now the wind has dropped slightly, the electricty has returned.  The horses and sheep have gone out and about, and we are all still here, so that’s all good. Please can I have Spring back.

I think that is the end of the daffodils.  Poor things.  They have been totally flattened by last night’s Force 11 Arctic winds.

Meanwhile, I spent last night lying awake imagining the corpses I would find in the morning while the wind howled outside and we were hurled unceremoniously back into Winter.

At 6 am, seeing a slight lull in the forecast, I got everyone up to help get the horses in, fed (hardfeed) and dish out hay.  We kept them inside until after lunch.  As for the Minions, Floss and I took them hay and carrots.  It was not a day for buckets.

In the stable, Klængur was being a total git to Haakon and Iacs in their stable. They usually get along fine but I don’t know, maybe it was the excessive wind – he was bullying them both.  We booted him out and he had to spend his morning with Taktur, Efstur, Dreki and Kappi.  Serve him right. He was very cross with us – I don’t care. I won’t have Haakon and Iacs tormented.  Nope.  Efstur, who is very up himself, can eat Klængur for breakfast for all I care.

After lunch, we decided everyone had been inside long enough.  We gave Haakon and Iacs the little shed. Klængur would’ve taken over the shed and made the old men stand outside so he remained with the other herd.  We put hay inside and they were very happy in their new wee home.

They have a huge field too so they can choose where they want to be.

Meanwhile, Klængur had to go out with Taktur and his friends.  There’s lots of space to be annoyed by Efstur.  He can just get on with it. My heart is hardened.

Bloody horse politics and don’t talk to me about the sheep. I have had enough, I’m exhausted and now I’ve lost my glasses somewhere in all that fracas.  Meh!

My poor daffs!

Anywho, Happy Easter!

 

 

Well, Maggie’s now out with the Boyzen and Girlzen-berries.

Some are nicer than others to her.

And some are utterly vile.

Yesterday was hard work.

And today, we had words about nice ‘haviour.  A certain Edna was told in no uncertain terms that she would be booted back out into the hill if she couldn’t be a bit more tolerant and a little less chasy and butty.

Lambie is intrigued.

And of course ‘Bert is still a dude (he wags his tail when if you talk to him, just like a dog!)

‘Ster is considered ok too.

Luckily Maggie is much slimmer and faster on her feet so when nastiness erupts she can easily run away.

Today has been slightly better.

Maggie is learning where the fields are and is useless at following her new flock.  I spent most of my day trying to find them to reunite them all.

Lambie likes Maggie’s bedroom.  He is such a weirdo!

So, I think she is settling in, which is good.  She’ll soon learn our ways.

Ok, so a lovely wee bandana arrived this morning in the post from The Golden Paste Company (use the code LAMBIE10 for your discount) of whom Lambie is one of their highly esteemed #TeamTurmeric.  The comp-slip said the bandana was for BeAnne but, being me, I tried it on everyone else first. A rookie mistake.

Edna was not the prettiest.

Lambie was more intrigued by the envelope the bandana came in than the actual bandana – *** sigh ***.

And then I found Her Maj in the house and popped it on, having brushed her first – biggest mistake ever.

Small Wookiee (wrong side) stepping out.

Aha!  This looks hopeful.

My aim was to create “a small dog in the Shetland spring daffodils”.  The colours of the bandana and the daffs would compliment each other.

That was my Cunning Plan until I could see Her Maj was easily diverted and not being very helpful.

So you know, the girls call her a Roomba (don’t laugh) …..

….. because she potters about, no idea of where she is, but keeps going.

There were moments of going back into the house having totally not achieved my aim.

I am not convinced BeAnne is a good influencer despite the fact that Turmeric Golden Paste for Pets is given to her every day and has made a huge difference in her life.

Now, Monster…… I felt there might be some potential.

And Her UnHelpfulness went indoors.

My camera kept going.  I hate giving up.

But even I could see there was no hope.  I call this photo “Depression with a Bandana!”

And then, bingo!  Nailed it. Sorted.

If you’ve got it, you’ve got it! The life of an influencer is exhausting!

Now I wonder if we could dye Monster orange…. (asking for a friend)!