Most mornings in Shetland at the moment are pretty spectacular. This is today’s offering. Not bad.
A courier had arrived with some cut-price wormers (on the to-do list) plus a field mineral lick which I had bought for the girls.
As they are hopefully pregnant (Brá and Hetja) and/or growing (Lilja), I thought it was a good idea if they had a lick that was not chock-full of molasses but would be something they could munch on if they wanted to.
It was nice to see that Lilja is now allowed to be her mother’s daughter and not the social outcast she was when she first arrived.
The ladies were all very polite and took it in turns or at least Hetja generously let the others have a shot at the lick too.
After checking everyone was ok and no fights were breaking out, I climbed over my fence and walked down to another field to see the Minions.
I put my coat down on the damp ground and sat on it whereupon I was instantly surrounded.
I haven’t see my little ones for ages and I have missed them hugely.
I would like to secretly think they missed me too.
Or at least my coat, which is perhaps now not as lovely as it once was.