When I came home from the dog-walk this morning, I saw these two in the distance – like two rather strange Shetland plants.

It was rough night, last night and I know everyone had an exhausting time with the  high winds and torrential downpours – and, yes, I lay awake all night worrying.

So I understood if a lie-down was needed afterwards.

Kolka was standing guard at a distance. I think she was leaving the two old men to the Shetland tigers. Her theory was that she would protect herself first and the tigers would be too full to bother with her.  Fair enough. She has a point. I can’t blame her.

I am trying not to think “whale” when I see this bottom.

Obviously I had brought a pocketful of treats so I distributed fairly – two for Kolka, two for Iacs and three of Haakon, because I love him most.

And any leftover crumbs for Bibble, obviously, because that’s just the way it is.

Indeed.

Dear old folk.

So we are all fine….. (note, the paddy paw of pointing with slight claw involvement).

But, and there’s always a butt, Little Herself, aka Pepper, is limping on her front right, I think, though it does change.  I haven’t taken her to the vet yet as I want to see if it improves over the week.  Seeing how she flings herself about, jumping out of cars, down the stairs four at a time, the limp is not holding her up. I have looked and there is nothing obvious and if I give her a painkiller, it will mask the problem making her jump about more.

Poor Pepper, now her official title apparently, thinks we don’t care.

And apparently food will make everything better.

Ted is, of course, an angel, just a rather grubby one.

And Lambie is fine, thank you for asking.  He is in his winter-I-won’t-do-what-you-want phase.  I am ignoring it and refuse to indulge it.

He wants treats. He is fat. Go figure.

**** sigh ***

I am sucking my teeth about Vitamin and I have a friend who says if you are sucking your teeth, you do something. So I did.

This morning, Vitamin was pottery on her feet, and I swear I saw her stand stacked out – legs sort of stretched out in a I-have-laminitis stance.

So, panicking, I took Vitamin indoors, checked her feet for soreness, and gave her a painkiller.  She wasn’t very active when I asked her to move around either.  Not like her usual bouncy self.

And then I put Vitamin in with the Minions on the track.

When she trotted off with them, I stopped sucking my teeth and sighed deciding I know nothing about ponies.  Absolutely nothing.

Fivla spent most of her day in the now-muddy paddock.  We’ve had a lot of rain these past few days. There are dry bits but she just stands and waits for the endless buckets to arrive.

I dragged out two of the hay boxes and put in some small-hole haynets full of soaked hay for everyone this afternoon.  I am trying to balance out their food supply. It seems a bit all or nothing and I don’t like that.

Vitamin decided one haynet was solely her’s.

The rabble could share the other one.

So the rabble dutifully tried.

And then Fivla marched in and said what she thought of that.

These two are possibly not the best of friends at the moment.  The Queen of Minions is a transient title.  Today Fivla is wearing the crown.

Having fed the ducky-wuckies their tea, I came back to see Vitamin’s largesse could include sharing with Albie.  I felt cheered.  So things are slightly changed and we will see.

Please pray this isn’t the start of laminitis for Vitamin. It would be just too much.

Off to town this morning after my weekly conversation with our local friendly BT engineer, who we are now almost on first-name terms.  To be fair, they are trying very hard to solve the problem but all eyes are now looking at the electric fence, which apparently could be the cause of the bother.  I tried to explain that the fence was vital to the survival of my ponies and we had to find a way around this somehow.

Anywho, I grabbed the van keys, put Pepper back in the house, started the van up, put Pepper back in the house and drove off, putting Pepper back in the house before I left.

It was a lovely quiet day, which is what I was feeling like.

The shops are now revving up for Wool Week 2023, which begins on Saturday 23rd September.

I popped into Jamieson’s Knitwear with an embarrassingly small selection of Sheeple.

Stock has been wiped out by the cruise ship visitors and I am struggling to keep up. Apparently someone bought 3 this morning.

Note-to-self, I must get a new printed sign for my field. Its looking a little tattie.

Lunch (crab sticks and chips – no one can afford fish anymore) and I went to the Feed Merchant to buy supplies and sell a kidney.  The money comes in (from the sheeple) and, like magic, it vanishes without touching the sides of my purse.  Still, the Minions ingratitude is worth it.

During my morning round, the one after breakfast where I just check everyone is ok while putting away outside things that might get blown away in the oncoming Autumn Equinox, which is guaranteed a doozer, I found this lot.

They were all having a snooze in the sunshine.  It was a lovely morning.

The two cousins.  So sweet.

And while I was trying to take photos, my duck-assistants, Huey and Louie, arrived.

Closely followed by Dewey, who has turned into a girl – I am pretty sure now.

Everyone ignored the hustle and bustle that is the ducklings.  They never go anywhere quietly.

Apparently, I was told many things duck.

And then Huey, or is it Dewey went over to tell Haakon, who looked utterly bemused.

This is Dewey. She has a very pretty head and a sweet disposition.

Meanwhile, Iacs snoozed on.

I wonder what he is dreaming about.

Pepper kindly guided the ducks away to their pond.  Probably wise though I don’t see the horses doing anything nasty.  I trust them and I also trust Pepper 100%.