There was a weird eerie light this morning, when I went to fetch the buckets in to wash before putting them away.
The “big” horses had let themselves out and looked very picturesque in front of Stourbrough Hill capped with low cloud.
(173-metre summit located at the center of the Walls Peninsula)
The sheep were also meandering their way out of the paddock and into the big field.
They remain wary of the horses for absolutely no reason. Shetland ponies, well yes, I can understand, but not the horses. They’re no bother to anyone.
All the sheep held their collective breath and went past the totally ignoring horses with their eyes closed.
“Don’t notice me, don’t notice me, don’t notice me” I am sure I could hear.
For some reason known only to herself, Dahlia had been left behind. She soon caught up, though.
Meanwhile, in the wee paddock with the wee shed, Vitamin was busy offering a washing-up service on all buckets.
“No food too small” is her motto.
She did a very thorough job.
And I told her so. Well done and thank you, Vitamoobag. You’ve saved me a job.
Fivla had just vacated the shed and was doing her own thing – more eating then.
And apparently I have still yet to be forgiven for being disappointed with Pepper.
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Oh, the light on those hills with the Icelandics! Just beautiful. Seeing the sheep going out en masse & then stopping together; then tip toeing with their heads down past the horses while the horses could really care less. lol! Poor Pepper! Annie, our doodle, has said, If things get too tough over there, you can come here. There are plenty bunnies in the neighborhood.’