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.