Category Archives: MyShetland

Blizzard

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After a good breakfast, Floss and I put everyone outside without their rugs because they are all:-

  • very floofy and fat
  • they can move around better, roll and play
  • and it wasn’t that bad, weather-wise.  The sun was shining.

So Iacs spent his valuable daylight hours by himself standing by the gate looking hopeful that I would return.

Everyone else was in the field digging and eating grass perfectly happily.

 

Iacs was now in a severe depression.  I thought it was because I hadn’t rugged him up.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was cold, but I thought they all have a good covering of fat and long fur and are built for this.

So obviously I gave in and opened the gate.

I don’t like anyone being miserable.

I gave Iacs a bucket of hay replacer, because it is easy to eat and I had it ready.  Iacs stuffed his fat floofy face not even coming up for air.  I also put his rug on.

Meanwhile Haakon and Kolka had spied that Iacs had vanished. You can almost feel the resentment from here.

And then everyone turned up to look resentful too.

Once finished, I shoved Iacs back out to rejoin all his friends hoping everyone would now be ok.

Not even two hours later, we had a huge blizzard. It was vile. So Flossie opened the big shed doors, and I opened the gate.  All the horses and ponies came in as fast as they could.

Even Fivla showed some speed.

So they have all gone to bed an hour or so early and are tucked up with food and water in their nice warm shed.  The hens and ducks also went to bed early and I haven’t seen any sheep.  When I go out again later, I think they should be home by then. I left their gate open and shouted a bit but honestly we couldn’t see to the fence as the blizzard was so bad.

All Together

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Happy smiley faces greeted us this morning, so we gave them their breakfast, put rugs on those that needed them, and threw everyone out together into a nearby field.  It would be easy to get them back inside later if they were close by and also together.

Kolka decided she wanted to be with the Shetland ponies, as did Vitamin and Fivla.  They were very pleased to see their friends again.

Iacs and Haakon grumbled off muttering something about not wanting to mix with the riff-raff but I knew there would be no arguing or fighting as really they all know each other very well.  There was something very nice seeing them all in a field together.  It seemed right.

I thought the sheep would all vote for a “Duvet Day”, but no, they ate their breakfast(s) and then the whole flock decided to go outside.

I didn’t say no. Fresh air, even with a “Real Feel” of minus 12, is good for everyone I am assured.

I left their field gate open so, if the weather got worse, they had a choice to go back to bed.  They did their own thing all day and I only saw them coming home again late afternoon.  All eight so no sleepless night.

And, just before it got dark, we opened up the shed and shouted.  Ten horses and ponies came inside.  Waffle was the only one who had an independent thought and refused to be caught, preferring to raid all the feed buckets first.  Little sod.  I cornered him on the trot, rugby tackled a headcollar on him and led him back to his better-behaved friends.  Knowing they are all tucked up for the night and not having to cope with this horrendous weather outside is a great comfort to me.

Christmas Hobbies

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Every Christmas I buy a puzzle (1000 pieces usually) for Daisy to work on and hopefully complete.

Sometimes she has help.

Accompanied by good advice.

And bad singing!

There is a lot of involvement from every angle.

Aww, Monster loves his Daisy.

They are truly the jigsaw puzzle team.

Until it all went a bit wrong.  Monster was quickly removed when we discovered him thinking that the box of pieces could be a possible cat litter tray.

Absolutely no, Monster!  That would be a terrible Christmas surprise to find.

Meanwhile, in my shed, I am constructing my latest Lego model – a “Tuxedo” cat.  An excellent Christmas present from OH.

A cup of tea, a good play on the radio, and a Lego project is my idea of heaven (as well as my secret supply of Tunnock’).

I have a few.  Christmas bliss.

Coming Home

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My evening chores (photos and film taken by Daisy)……

It is around 3 p.m. and the light is going fast.  Firstly, the ducks come and find me.

I call out for the first three to go to bed. They are my original duck family from this year (mum, son and daughter).  There is food in their shed waiting.  It makes a good incentive.

Then I feed any ducks who are still outside.  Some have already gone to their shed early to join the chickens.

Then I tell the remainder to go to bed and I take extra food for the others who didn’t come down earlier.

Next, if the sheep are not waiting at the gate of their field to come in, I shout for them to come home.

(They are only running fast because the ponies have heard and are following them, which Lambie finds very scary.)

“I am running Muzzah, I am running so fast!”

The reward for returning home is some Animal Crackers that I happen to have about my person – a Christmas treat for everyone sheepy.  They love them.

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First Contact

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Floss, aka our Queen of Sheep, and I went for a lovely walk and obviously the dogs came too. We walked to the furthest end of the field where the sheep were sitting.

‘Bert saw Flossie and immediately went to talk to her. He is such a dude.

Note the “happy tail”. Sheep, like dogs, wag their tails when they’re happy – it’s the sweetest thing.  It always makes me smile when they do it.

However, Lambie was not in tail-wagging mood.

While Flossie was talking to ‘Bert, Gussie was trying to decide whether to come up and join in too.  He will talk to me, but he doesn’t know Flossie really.  He suffers from “Stranger Danger”.  His mum, Dahlia, taught him well.

Barrel rolled up too and I could see Gussie thinking that talking to Flossie might be a grand idea.

And he slowly came up to her.

So brave.

Nearly!

It won’t take long before Gussie is talking like the others to our Queen of Sheep.  Mostly he ignores what his mother said to him anyway.