The weather forecast is horrendous.  I am not looking forward to this next onslaught.  Perhaps it will miss us (she types optimistically).

So, after chores (the girls checked and fed the Minion field), me and my van went to Lerwick to get a good pile of hay for everyone.  If it snows like it is threatening, we will need every bale.

It is lovely hay, too. Smells divine.

The back of the van was filled – 17 bales of hay plus one of straw for sheeples.

I also managed a quick nip up and down the Street.

There were some lovely shop windows in town too.

Jamieson’s was open so I popped in there to see what my Sheeple situation was like.

I have to go in on Monday (hair cut and dentist – not sure which is worse to be honest – weather permitting) so I will return with my new improved little Sheeple families.  I hope they sell.

And then quickly home to the best sight.  Maggie is now home.  Properly.  Everything has been sorted (don’t ask – long and arduous and my fault).

The luscious ‘Bert is keeping her company while she re-acclimatises.

He did volunteer, for obvious reasons!

I was out all this afternoon (vegetabling) so couldn’t supervise introductions.

This was Floss and me yesterday.

Sóley is an unhelpful and easily distracted eater – “ooh look a fly” – and she steals from Lilja. She frequently kicks over her bucket and that drives me mad.  I hate waste and so now one of us has to hold the buckets and, for that, you get feed dropped on your head. Wear a hat is all I will say.

Meanwhile, I am looking after the old ladies who are forever being hassled.  Vitamin is better at guarding her food, while Fivla can give in.

Storm thinks if he “works the room” with his undeniable charm, I will give in.

I have yet to crack.

Ditto Albie.  A lovely smile, though.

They do have food.  They have all this….

Plus this….. surely there is a blade of grass or two in here.  They haven’t touched it all winter preferring the other field next door – the gate was always open until I shut them in here.

So, today, I cracked.

Lungeing today for Dreki, Daisy decided.

Without woolly help.  Thank you Edna.

Obviously BeAnne was allowed in, but only if she stayed out of harm’s way and in her bed.

Daisy has worked Dreki on the lunge, but not for a while, so he started by pretending he knew nothing about this new fangled training thing.

And then the lightbulb went on and all was fine.

I was very impressed.

Daisy walked and trotted Dreki on both reins.

He was a very good boy.

Go away, (the polite version) Lambie!

And you, ‘Bert.

You can see I am easily distracted, unlike Dreki who was totally focussed on Daisy.

After lungeing, Daisy brushed Dreki’s feet – every grain of sand is sacred to us.

And then picked out his hooves.

So that was Dreki today.  He is going along beautifully under Daisy’s training.

It is difficult and I can’t really talk about it (hence why previous blogs have been removed)….

Due to unforeseen circumstances relating to her ownership, Maggie has gone back into the hill for the time being.  Please no comments. I feel bad enough as it is.

So I spent the afternoon making more sheeple to pay for my existing sheeple.  As you do.

A lovely person (you know who you are) sent biccies for the Boyzen and Girlzen Sheep.  Thank you and wow!  An answer to my prayers.  You’ve made a difference.

But the box is great too………. according to Monster.

He quickly made it his own – ok, I left it out for him because it was Monster shaped.

And yes, I had a go at closing it to see if I could post him back to my friend (I so wish).

Of course, Monster was less than impressed with that.

And being the Monster he is, he took it out on BeAnne, which is not nice, never encouraged and could result in a 1st class stamp on his butt if he doesn’t look out!

What is it with cats and boxes?

The box comes with a chin rest for Monster to survey the world for working out how to rule it!

I have a horrible idea that we are all doomed.

Doomed, I tell ye, and Monster knows where we live!