The girls, Anna and Daisy have been busy, doing “stuff”.  All will hopefully be revealed later.  I am still very worried about Jack. He is not his little grumbly Victor Meldrew self and now he has gone off his food (never a good sign for Jack-et Potato – he lives for food).

So I have been spending time on my own on the croft.  Today, I discovered my first proper orchid had blossomed.  I love Shetland orchids.  I would like to be able to say this is Shetlandus Orchidus but I am not that clever.  I recognise them and see them for their beauty but I do not know the official name of this orchid.  They do, however, carpet my steps to the chicken shed and I adore them just for the fact that the rest of the world does not have this beautiful walk to their chicken shed.

Of course, Taktur still thinks he should be fed daily, despite Bjørn’s orders that he does not need it.  You try telling him.  Taktur still comes to the gate and loiters about looking hopefully in my direction. I have tried to ignore his devilishly handsome good looks but I always end up giving in and finding something.  Today was broccoli stalks.

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Luckily there is an ever-ready picket line of moral support in the form of Bozz-Bozz and Arcturus who fully support Taktur’s need to be fed every day.

It’s like WHAT DO WE WANT? WHEN DO WE WANT IT? …….now, if you don’t mind, thank you very much!

Though Taktur does get a little annoyed by the small people and there can be arguments in the picket line.

But all is happy in this little herd and Les Boys get on perfectly well.  I love them all. They make me smile which is always good (and they all have beautiful smiles too) when Taktur tells them to.

So, I gave in, and opened the gate because Arcturus was trying hard to make his point….

And so did Bozz-Bozz.

They are persistent, I will give them that and I suppose because of their efforts, Taktur achieved what he wanted, ie to be in the small paddock with little or no grass waiting for me to feed him, which didn’t happen so I explained this to him, kissed his nosey and called him a Mummy’s Boy, which was not good enough but was all I had.

Still, I always have my orchids on the way to the chicken shed.