The first one has landed now and is home.  Phew.

Obviously Monster is thrilled.

This is his second best friend we are talking about.

These are Daisy’s photos.  We missed the one of Lambie running up to her smiling with happiness when he saw her first thing this morning while I stood there feeling very ignored.

Apparently Monster got into Daisy’s bedside cabinet last night.  Why, I ask you? Just why?

The answer: Because he can.

And, using a well-known phrase or saying, describe this weather?

Say what you see!

Talk about “Winter is coming”.  We are busy battening down every available hatch.  Floss’ flight has been changed from tomorrow to tonight and is only delayed 2 hours so far. Everything crossed that she will get in.

Still, I was loved…. once.

It was looking a bit like Mordor this morning.  We have a huge storm approaching – arriving Thursday.

OH kindly helped me move the food bowls and the water for the Minions this morning.  Lugging the 25 litre water containers kills my back so his help was very welcome.

As I parked by the side of the road, I couldn’t let Pepper out of the car as she is very determined to ignore my wishes and play on the road. She didn’t seem to mind and just watched events from her perch – the dashboard which now has muddy pawprints all over it.

This new feeding place is all grassy and clean and it will be easy to choose a different breakfast spot along the fence line every day .  When it starts getting churned up, the Minions will be moved to another field.

The afternoon was spent making a sheep – the black one while tracking Daisy’s incoming flight, which was delayed, fell off the system, landed late and who-knows-what.  One down, one to go.  At the moment my anxiety level is pretty high and I am keeping myself occupied working hard not to over-think everything.

I am also trying to get as much food down everyone before the storm so, if the animals get nothing for 24 hours, they will be ok.  I can’t see us going out much in a Force 11 and it is all very tiresome trying to keep buckets on the ground and doors from flying off.

Where the ponies eat has descended into revolting welly-boot sucking mud.

I clamber about with my buckets hanging onto the ponies’ manes to keep me upright as I go. They are very used to me doing this and sweetly stand firm knowing it is the difference between me losing my boots while falling over or not!  I wonder what curse words they know?

I saw something in the sky very briefly this morning while I was doing my last Christmas present and card distribution.

When I went passed the MInions’ field, I did my usual head and leg count.

As you can see, the muddy area is where the Minions come up for their breakfast.  I’ve just had a great idea – I will put their bowls on the other side of the field where it is just grass and change them about every morning to avoid the mud.  Why didn’t I think of this sooner?  Duh!

But I am barely talking to Little Herself.  She went off to find polecats while I was feeding the ponies. I shouted and whistled for her as I was leaving but ended up having to clamber up the hill to get her to come home with me.  She knows this was not A Good Thing but I do love the way she sits!  She’s always done this.

And then there was the practice Christmas photo. Oh no.

Not our best.

So I gave up.

As this is the time of year that the weather can be vile, the old folk have the choice of two fields so there is maximum shelter available and they can choose were best to be.

Their fields are situate in a small valley, which the burn (stream) runs through.  I can see them from the window too.

Along with the relatively high sides of the hills, there are also old dry stone dykes (walls) that give extra shelter, if needed from every angle.  The Minions have a similar set-up just further down the valley.

I know from previous years, that the horses do better outside than in and also without rugs in this kind of weather.  Indoors, they would panic at the huge noise and rugs on outside would be blown away in this. So I tell myself they are all built for this.  They really are.

As the weather is about to descend into the very depths of Hell, I am trying to be confident that everyone will be ok, even if I can’t get out to give them their buckets.

Obviously we will do our utmost in the lulls to get out to check everyone and distribute what is necessary but as the buckets only contain no actual calories, just vitamins and minerals, they are not urgent. Everyone has plenty grass too.

(I won’t lie, I am dreading the next few days.  I mean Force 12 ffs! That’s 11 on a guitar amp! Meanwhile, in every waking thought I am busy doing deals with the Gods to get Daisy and Floss home safely for Christmas and thoughts and prayers for the electricity to stay on too!)

Some, possibly not all, folk think I am mad for worrying about my sheep.

But I do. They are family and, if they are not home, then I worry, especially for Edna who is, I think, quite old now.  I have to know that all seven have come home in the evening.  Whether they go to bed in their shed is up to them, though.

A few days back, when I was talking to someone about my sheep, I could see him give me a look of total disbelief when I said my sheep followed me around like dogs.  To him sheep live in a field, and you round them up occasionally with a dog, but they are not pets.

Today, my lot spent their daylight hours around the house (outside). This was the view from the kitchen window.  The weather was beyond vile (a thrashing Force 10 with rain) and even though the field gate was open, the sheep chose not to leave.

I spent my day away from the croft and when I came home, OH was busy feeding the ducks their supper before bed.

I rode shotgun on the food bowl and to be fair, no one tried to steal it – they wanted to, mind.

And then I was followed back to the house.  Note old Edna in the background.

Not for long!

She barged straight into the porch demanding a treat.  It seemed only fair as they had been good about the duck food situation.

And that was the other thing…… folk don’t understand why they are allowed into the house.  Because they are family!  I can’t say that enough.