This time of year does not bring out the best in Newt.  He is a little demon.

He is utterly vile, despite looking enchanting as a small, if enraged, hairy yak.  To be fair, though, we have never been caught in the crossfire.  He’s not that stupid.

Today was lovely.  The calm before the storm – in so many ways. Tomorrow is a gale and rain.

Newt’s row started with Waffle and ended with Tiddles.

All Waffle wanted a quiet life and he was enjoying the rare sunshine and almost no wind.

Floss and I often remark how we wish everyone could be like Waffle – so kind and easy.

Floss and I fed those that needed their food and then we let everyone “wash up” afterwards.

It’s a Minion skill.  Please note Storm is so fat that he has a wee gutter in his back!

Albie is, after Waffle, of course another version of perfection.

I love the way he comes over to me.  Such a sweet boy.

We left everyone enjoying the lovely weather.

I dropped Floss off at home before driving onto Lerwick for some hay.

This should keep (those that need it) very happy.  It never lasts long though.

It has only taken me nearly 15 years to do this.

I bought a little hi-viz tabard for Her Maj. It arrived in the post yesterday and we put it on her immediately.

There was a bit of herrumphing but once I showed BeAnne just how much it cost and told her she looked not dissimilar to Kim Kardashian in a tankini, she soon warmed to the idea.

The New Rule – BeAnne will wear it all day especially as this time of year she is prone to buggering off when no one is looking on her endless search for bunny rabbitses.   And, as Her MaJ is the same colour as most of her surroundings, she can be very difficult to spot.

After nearly 15 years, I am bored of scattering my family to the four corners looking for a slightly moving rock or lump of mud.

And now, after 15 years, we can see where she’s buggering off to!

Meanwhile, the first snowdrops are out and I saw an oyster-catcher on my travels. Spring is considering making an appearance!  Yay.

Today we had a visitor.

Guess who wanted to pop in?  He did ask very politely.

So, of course I said he could.  OH happened to be away filling the potholes on our track.

He is a funny chap (Lambie, not OH). He hasn’t been in the house for a while though he does spend most afternoons with me in my shed.

Of course, Lambie behaved perfectly.

He has quite a thing for Daisy these days.

I remain, however, chopped liver and Muzzah if he is in trouble.

After a while, when he could see we weren’t going to give him OH’s KitKats (only on his birthday (Lambie, not OH) which will be coming up soon. I must check), Lambie decided to leave.

There was much thinking about this process.  He knows where I keep his biccies.  High up and out of reach!

And he’s back!  Lambie’s abscence was brief.

This time Daisy offered him some of her coffee and with that, I left them to it.  People to do, things to see!

It was nice having Lambie in the house.  We must send OH out more often!

Have a little trip around my sheeple shed – they have a beautiful bedroom they could live in, but no, grot is what they love.  Who am I to say no?

And they all have their places, where they want to be.

And every day someone fills up two haynets for them pick at as they want. A haynet fairy, perchance?

Madge has come out of herself.  One very almost tame sheep.  I love this.

And then there is Edna trying to convince me to feed her more when I go into the Feed Shed.

(she has an extra “secret” feed indoors.  Tell no one.)

When I think about how Edna and Madge came to us, just over a year ago, then I feel like we did good.

They have integrated well with the Boyzens – not an easy task I can tell you.

Lambie can be unnecessary as well as unforgiving with very little effort – he is one spoilt sheep.

And I never, for one minute, regret my choice to rescue them.

I wish I could take in more. I really do.  My heart breaks when I see the ones who need feeding.

They were all waiting for us.  Almost all in their right places too.

Floss and I took on a group each.  Floss was overseeing Fivla eating her daily bucket.

While I was overseeing these three – Lilja, Sóley and Vitamin.

The others hopped up and down trying to get our attention and maybe a stray bucket.

I scattered some carrots to disperse the croud for a very short period but they quickly returned.

Once Lilja and Sóley had finished, I gave their buckets to two willing washer-uperers – Newt and Storm.

Vitamin took her time and I must say everyone was very good and didn’t try to get her bucket off her.  Possibly because I was standing there making death threats.

Same with Fivla who is possibly the World’s Slowest Eater ever, in the whole world, possibly universe.

However, Storm did try his very best. He has been to Charm School.