I had a day out in town today.  A scheduled eye check-up first and then I wandered about just enjoying time away from my usual home routine.

I did a spot of shopping….

And I even bought myself some new shoes.  I am very pleased with them and the first thing I noticed was just how comfortable and supportive of my feet they were.  So, like a very proud child,  I wore them all day, putting my old boots (which suddenly looked grubby and old) in the box!

New shooooooooooes!

I checked on the shop sheep in their field and was told they didn’t need anymore, for the time being.  Let’s hope they do soon as I have four full bags ready to go.

Folk were about, which was nice. Let’s hope they are all in a hand-felted Shetland sheep buying mood (possibly, to help fund the new shoes – which were still being very comfortable).

And then I discovered the reason for the folk on the street.  A gorgeous tall-ship had come into dock.

Christian Radich is a Norwegian fully-rigged ship built in 1937.  Apparently you can learn to sail on her (and if you know me, you know my thoughts on sailing *** shudders ***. I learned the hard way 🤢🤮 with my father sailing around Cape Wrath being shouted at).

Anywho, Christian Radich was gorgeous and I wandered around taking photos and thanking the Gods I never have to sail again.  It doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a beautiful boat, I just don’t want to go onboard, ever.

I got all my messages done, found some bargains, had a good chat with nice folk and went home refreshed and ready for my usual challenges.  It’s good to have a change of scene. I needed that and I still love my new shoooooooes!

I’m feeling a bit low after the sad Baby Bunny news.  I wanted it to live so much but this was not to be.

I know it was just one little baby bunny and the whole world is littered with them, but even so. I do mind.  It’s a loss.

So I went to have some sheep therapy this afternoon.

These two were hanging around.  Lambie and ‘Bert, the original BFF’s.

You guys, those faces!

And fo course ‘Ster.  The others were mooching around outwith the field hoping I would feed them treats at the front door.

Sorry for the short blog.  Just not feeling it really.

A lovely morning so rugs off and everyone said they wanted to go back to living on the track again.

This is Silver – he is revolting.

I am not going to brush anyone yet.  Winter coats are beginning to fall out but it is not all that warm yet.

The rest of my morning was spent adding more green plastic poles to my electric fence or Anti-Waffle devices, as I like to call them.

As my reward for lugging bags of poles around the track, I sat on a rock and had a little chat with Albie.

And Newt-the-Incredibly-Cute!

Late afternoon, and I went down with my two rugs as heavy rain is forecast later tonight. Everyone was on the otherside of their track.

Rugs back on again.

A quick chat, this time with Storm, etc.

Tiddles….

And Silver.

I looked at my Apple watch, and apparently today I have climbed 14 flights of stairs and walked over 8,500 steps just lugging rugs, electric fencing or buckets (and folk think I don’t do anything all day – pah!)

And in sad news, Baby Bun died this morning. It was not to be.  RIP Baby Bun.  We tried.

I have told Pepper to bring no more home, please.

I dropped by my neighbour yesterday to deliver some specialist feed syringes that has just arrived in the post off Fleabay.

Although Baby Bun is not living with us as it is in the more than capable hands of my neighbour (and I would be useless), I feel totally responsible for this addition to their family – hence buying the baby animal feeding syringes and anything else they need at this perilous time.

And, of course, I had to have a quick squiz at Baby Bun who is looking a lot less scrawny, and much rounder and….. and…… ears up!  Yay!

Ears up are a good sign of development and being alert and happy.  The eyes are not open yet but almost…. not long now, I hope.

Anyway, I thought I would share the “ears up” situation with you as I was very excited to see this.  Baby Bun has no name yet as it is still very early days and no one is out of the woods yet.

But lots more fur too and that is another good sign.

Apparently the new feeding syringes made feeding time easier, so that’s good.  Oh, the worry. Always the worry.

After making my sheep, I usually walk up to the Ancients’ field to check they are ok and no one has colic or worse.

Today I took 3 large carrots. One each, fairly distributed or so I thought.sd

I am always very popular and they all came over.

I noticed Haakon was standing like a giraffe!

But a carrot is a carrot and everyone had their fair share.

“Smile, please”, I said.

And while Iacs was working on his best camera-face, I noticed Haakon was eying up Iacs’ bit of carrot that he had been saving….

Poor Iacs – he had no idea.

But it was too late. The carrot was gone.

By the time Iacs had realised that it had vanished (*** cough Haakon ***), there was nothing I could do.

Poor Iacs. All that was left was a tiny bit that was not quite as big as he remembered.

I left the field feeling bad for Iacs and more than a bit annoyed at Haakon.  But Haakon is not called “Pig” for nothing.