Out first thing with the buckets.  The Icelandics are doing ok in this horrendous weather. I have been keeping an eye on them from a distance knowing they have lots of shelter, grass and a full belly.

The old croft house and the outbuildings are invaluable on days like these.  They don’t go inside (I don’t think but you never know with Iacs) but use the shelter they offer and can choose where they want to be.

Ted refused to go outside for his dog walk so we didn’t push the point.

Pepper has been my constant companion, braving some pretty fierce wind and rain.  She thinks it is her job to be with me.  I find it comforting though I do sometimes worry for her safety.

All the Shetland ponies went out for a few hours but when I found them all sheltering in one container with the rain lashing down, I opened up the big shed doors and shouted, praying to the Gods that no one had a fit of the Silly Buggers. But, no, they all went inside without a second thought….

… though Waffle struggles with the thought that Fivla and Vitamin get regular buckets of hay replacer.  He would like that too, yes please and thank you very much.

I’ve just been in mucking out the grubby little boys’ pen and Tiddles wanted to be with his friends, so I have opened the inter-connecting gates and they are now all the together.   He is much happier.

I gave the sheep some hay nets to nibble on.  Gussie and Dahlia are hard-core and staying out – their choice, though I had to shut their shed as otherwise we would probably lose the roof. There are other sheds they could go in, though and they know this.

I think tomorrow is going to be worse.   I may not get over to see the Icelandics but have to hope they are ok.  Sometimes the wind prevents walking.