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No Electricity

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We had a planned power outage today – new power lines were being put up in our area, I think. We all knew it was coming weeks ago, but, still, it is never much fun.  I spent my day having those ridiculous quick thoughts like “well, I’ll just switch the light on” or “I’ll put a wash on” only to realise it was not possible so I vaguely polished furniture instead while OH went to town for supplies.

It was my turn to walk the dogs and the weather was not great – windy F8, a moderate gale.  I found all the horses and ponies in the sharp cut of the valley which has lots of shelter and grass.

Iacs thought I had brought carrots. I told him I had nothing and got this rather stern stare in response.

Vitamin was close-by too and I noticed she is suddenly looking even grayer. I guess it is her winter fur coming out and the new summer coat arriving with increasing white hairs.

I found a rock to sit on out of the wind – the dogs were happily doing their own thing – hoping Fivla would have a chat but she walked off.  Humph.

Fivla needs a good brush – they all do.  Maybe tomorrow – I have visitors coming over.

Bored with no electricity, I went into my shed with the now-hopefully-worn-out dogs to make a hand-felted Shetland sheep.

And the electric came back on, as they said it would, around tea-time.  It is amazing just how much we rely on it and now I can turn on lights, and put the washing on.

A Lovely Present

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This beautiful peg-loom rug arrived in the post today and I cried when I saw it.

Many years ago, 2020 to be precise, I sent Wendy Thompson from Maison d’Ouessant Style three fleeces – a selection of Lambie’s from a few years and one of ‘Bert, I think.

And the other day, when I mentioned that Lambie was getting old now, my friend offered to give me the peg-loom rug that she’d made from Lambie.  I couldn’t say no, it was such a generous offer and the rug is even more beautiful than I could’ve possibly imagined.

To celebrate this amazing gift, I went down to the bottom field armed with my big camera to take some photos of the sheep himself, who was snoozing about as far away as possible.

Lambie woke up when he heard me but he didn’t bother to get up.

However, he did manage one of his world famous “Winning Smiles” and that’s exactly how I feel about my rug too plus Wendy’s incredible talent and generosity.

You can find Wendy’s shop here – when you see her website, you will see she totally gets sheep.  She really does understand them (I love her photos).

Anyway, I’ve placed the rug by my bedside and can comfortably tread on Lambie every morning and evening.  I also sit on him every day too.

This wonderful seat saver was made for my birthday last year by Monika from Collaster Croft (we went to see the film together yesterday for obvious sheep reasons).  We even have one from the much-loved and missed Edna too.

And that’s the beauty of having wool presents that are created from sheep without hurting them, who are loved and have names, made by incredibly talented folk.

 

 

Different From My Usual Day

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This morning, after chores, we jump-started the Eggbox (Suzuki Jimny and my friend and I went to Lerwick to see a film – The Sheep Detectives.

I have been curious about this film and was assured by a friend who had already seen it that no one apart from the protagonist dies.  This is not true and my friend and I sobbed our way through the film but, even so, it was a very good film and I am sure I saw all my sheep within the cast of sheepie characters.  All I can say is someone really understands sheep.

Home mid-morning and I went into my shed with the dogs to finish off a sheep that has been in the making a few days.  White ones seem to be selling well at the moment, so I am trying to make more.

Then I poo-picked the track, saying hello to the Shetland ponies as I whisked past with bucket and gloves.  Afterwards, feeling benevolent and assuring myself that, if I were murdered, they would instantly be on the case, I went out with a couple of shortbread biccies for ‘Ster and Dahlia – the only two around.

This morning I had been worried about ‘Ster as he refused to eat anything after I drenched him with his Ammonium Chloride but he came running up and ate his piece of shortbread.  I also noticed in the film that one of the sheep farmers lured a sheep out of the house with the biscuit tin!  Like I said, someone knows sheep.

‘Ster seems fine now. I think he just hated the taste of the drench, which is disgusting, I will admit.

Anyway I believe Dahlia would find the perpetrator on my behalf if I am murdered.

Just possibly not with her friend ‘Ster who can be a bit of a flake.

Wall of Primroses 2026

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It was rugs off again this morning and I heaved them into the shed to hang up and dry.

I have realised that I must wean myself off the rugs as the horses and ponies don’t need to be wearing them in the sunshine and the temperature has gone up a little.  I am the one with the problem. I admit it and I need to tell myself that no one will actually melt if it rains.

So, after giving myself a stiff talking to about my rug problem, I took the dogs down to the stream, which is very peaceful.

Whenever a therapist tells me to think of quiet place, this is where I always go.  There is absolutely nowhere better.

  

And I know I was whingeing on about how the wild primroses weren’t really very good this year, well now I take it all back.  They have suddenly gone mad and are everywhere.

They grow like scrambled eggs on both sides of the burn’s banks, in huge voluptuous clumps.

They seem to compete happily with the celandine too.

So, a very good effort this year from both celandine and wild primroses. I am very impressed and love the fact that this abundance of colour is in my field totally unaided by anyone.  Nature at its best.

Meanwhile, in sheep-land, ‘Ster’s medicine has finally arrived, though he has been living off my homemade version while we waited.

I am encouraged that he is a bit brighter now – he has had two doses of antibiotics and the homemade drench daily.

Tomorrow ‘Ster will get his measured dose of the packet stuff syringed down and let’s hope it breaks up the renal calculi.  I did also note that he is now peeing ok (ish) and seems much less miserable so, please God, that he is on the mend.

Rugs Off!

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It was a lovely sunny day so I took off everyone’s rugs and was surprised that they almost looked like they are putting on weight.

They look less bleak anyway.

And then, after worming everyone (and, yes, I am wearing it myself as well in a rather fetching smear across my shirt), I opened the gate into the big field. This is where they will spend the next few months, leaving the other fields to grow back for when we need them again.

So that’s everyone wormed now and I’ve written it in my Farm Book to remind myself when it was done as I always forget.

I also managed to grab ‘Ster this morning to givce him his homemade ammonium chloride drench and painkillers much to his disgust.  I also had in my pocket two ginger biscuits as a reward for my heinous ministrations.  The ammonium chloride stinks so it probably tastes disgusting too.  I am praying it is working, though as that is all we have to treat him.

;Ster took it like the top chap that he is.  And the biccies.  Such a dear boy.

Tiddles’ rug came off too.  He has his container to run to if he gets cold.

And one day, who knows, I might brush everyone but it’s a bit early for that yet and far too much like hard work.