I’ve had one of those days.  Don’t ask but it involved copious amounts of snow, hitting my head hard (owie), being hassled and some other classy (not) crap.

Anywho, here is a picture of our home, from the road.  Lots of snow today which looks beautiful but hell to drive in.

The sea is freezing too.  I find that a very strange phenomenon to get my head around.

So I made two films this week to try and sell my sheep as the shop that usually sells them is closed for the duration.

This one has a nice little soundtrack.

(and this film appears to have lost its soundtrack, but you get the gist – I think I removed all the “extras: as our broadband has almost ground to a halt.)

Anywho, if you want to buy a Sheeple, please let me know – I am happy to post anywhere at cost.

Not feeling the ❤️ today.  Sorry xx

Dear Lambie
A little note from your Muzzah.
Please can you go into the field with your friends so that we can leave the gate open for OH’s car. He is transporting 12 bales of hay to the stable from our neighbour’s and his car gets stuck in the ice if he has to stop to open and shut the gate.
I have biscuits and if you do not go into the field you can’t have any.
Love, always
Muzzah xx

Dear Muzzah
A note from your darling (and only) little Lambie.
No! I don’t bother myself with fields. They are for other sheep, not me. So I will come with you on your “wee potter” into the hill” with BeAnne.
A small bit of love,
Lambie x (one kiss, because that’s all you’re worth but more if you give me my rightful biccies, just sayin’ and askin’ for a friend!)

So a biscuitless Lambie came with us, at a distance, but definitely with us.

No, actually it was a walk at us.

This has not been a good day for BeAnne so I wanted her to get some fresh air.

When we got home, the others were complaining bitterly about being enclosed so I told them to suck it up.  They cannot be trusted.

Lambie then looked very smug.

Into my shed we went where I was making an advert for my Sheeple (don’t worry, I will put them up tomorrow).

BeAnne immediately took to her bed and had a lovely long snooze.  A walk, then sleep and she felt a slightly better.  She ate a good supper later.

And here is a small film of Lambie actually doing what he was told (for once) – coming home. I was rattling a box of food at the time, but he did run to me and, as his reward, he got his biccie!

Floss and I are absolutely not talking to the Minions today.

In our absence, they had been playing Water Bucket Football.  The hooligans. We could see their little hoofprints in the snow all around the bucket, which was far, far away – they had obviously had a lovely game!

Floss and I dutifully lug hay, water and carrots (and TurmerAid for Fivla)  every day and this is all the thanks we get.

The finger points…… oh yes it does.

I turned my back for a second only to look back and find Storm rolling in one of the piles of hay which confirmed to me just how wicked he is.

That is not helpful, Storm.  Not helpful at all.

There were obvious accomplices with the bucket removal. I know it – Waffle was on my list for starting it all as he does love to dance in every bucket of water he can find.  Newt would’ve not been far behind, though!  Don’t be beguiled by that innocent fluffy yak appearance.

So, while I took the ice off the remaining bucket and tied it with some bale twine I happened about  my person, Floss kindly walked the ruddy miles (felt like it) to retrieve the errant bucket.

Both buckets were tied up (firmly) and filled with fresh water.  Meh!

We left everyone to think about what they had done (munching their hay) – I don’t think they cared one bit and had being having a lovely time!

The birds are starving and desperate.  Endless snow has made them almost totally reliant on us.  We have our “family” and we feed them constantly all day – our reward is that they are delightful to watch from the kitchen window.

There is a good supply of starlings who argue amongst themselves or gang up against anyone (Mr Blackbird holding his own there).

He can be quite ferocious and it is interesting to watch the “pecking order”.

(there also about 5 Mrs Blackbirds around who are fat and plain and freeloaders).

I am very fond of a blackbird.

And then there is the star of the show ……

Mr Robin (I think he is a he – but I am no expert)!

I am determined to get a Christmas card(s) out of him so I spend much of my time waiting by the kitchen window.

(this is my absolute most favourite robin photo, ever!)

All the birds are an excellent diversion while we eat our lunch. They are becoming brave and will mostly stick around when anyone goes out with more food.

They make a nice change from the horse hard-work.

Just some photos and film from today.

Floss and I had put out 20 piles of hay for the Minions to find.

Fivla with one of her many piles of hay. She is doing very well this winter.  All the summer weight she puts on has its uses.  She is looking nice and trim now.

Waffle was making silly faces.

Storm was walking through every pile to decide which one he favoured most. Some might call it annoying.

I was running out of batteries on my phone but I managed to take these little films.

Newt was on a mission and was not to be distracted from his small hairy yak-ness!

Storm was walking through everyone’s hay.  He thought I had something better to offer but he had already had his carrot ration.  He knew this but he is an optimist!

Vitamin’s muzzle is just the best.  She, too, thought there was food.  If you listen to the soundtrack (only film with one), I was telling her to get back to eating and that I had nothing.  Silly girl.

Back at home, and phone duly charged, I took Her Maj out for her post-lunch potter.  The afternoon sky was spectacular.

There is the occasional threat of more snow – it usually comes to nothing but looks pretty dramatic.

Haakon popped up!

And then the Old Men followed me down the hill looking hopeful.  Stuff those Pelaton adverts on the telly (lunchtime watching) – lugging water and haynets twice a day is all the workout anyone needs.  Suffice it to say, we all sleep well at night from lugging food and water to everyone.

Like I said, the sky was dramatic but incredibly beautiful.