Floss and I finished our pony/duck/chicken/horse/dog chores and, as a reward, I drove Floss to town and we went on a shopping spree buying lovely things for Flossie (though I gave myself a new frying pan and two cat litter trays to use as duckling swimming-pools).

There was a cruise-ship in, so the town was fairly busy with folk wandering around aimlessly looking slightly bemused like they always do.

Lunch was sitting in the car on the pier eating the best fish and chips in the world, with a seagull standing on my nice clean bonnet.  I was not-so silently thinking “Don’t you dare!” – she didn’t. Phew!

The boats are coming from far and wide now.  Soon it will be time for the Tall Ships race too.  Lerwick is hosting this year.

We obviously bought lots of lovely things, including food, and then home back to our reality which, actually, I think I prefer.

Flossie kindly did some poo-picking while I sorted out the new swimming pools and had a cup of tea.  Ah, home. It’s the best.

As I said, Flossie is home and Lambie (I lie not) ran up to her this morning.  He was very happy to see her.

Meh, I thought to myself and possibly said it out loud too.

So I spent my morning doing my yearly car muck out when I remove all the winter’s hay and gave it a bit of a scrub inside and out.

So instead of little bits of hay everywhere, I now have white cat hair everywhere.

Black-Ducky and her little one are still alive and appear safe and well, despite BD’s best efforts to crush her baby at any given opportunity.  Baby is very sweet and special.

And back to the Queen of Sheep, this afternoon Floss and I sat in the field and ‘Ster trotted up to talk to Floss.

He is very persistant.  Some might say pushy.

I, on the other hand, am totally ignored.  Never mind.  It’s worth it to have Flossie home.

Flossie came home last night and is staying for just over a week, which is lovely, so today I put her to work.  She is on holiday, having been working very hard.

We cleaned and moved water barrels, with help obviously.

We brushed Haakon (Iacs and Kolka were brushed a few days ago whilst waiting for the vet), and then there were only Vitamin and Fivla left on my list.

Fivla was pleased to see her beloved owner.

And Pepper was around too, chatting.

And then, having sorted out all the horses and ponies, we made a small duck-run for Mummy-Duck and her three remaining ducklings.

They were very pleased to be let outside and it was quite the struggle making it tight and secure from ducklings trying to leave and small dogs trying to get in.  They will be shut in tightly at night, though.

I can watch the family from my desk window, which is perfect and I can do regular head-counts too.  Poor Floss is exhausted now, having poo-picked the Minion field all afternoon.

There was a tragedy last night.  One of the ducklings managed to get out (through the crack under the door, I can only surmise) and was found dead.  My heart broke. We were all doing so well on this duckling front.  Mother-Ducky was beside herself and blamed me totally.  She was right and I instantly blocked the door hoping it never happens again. It was such a small gap in the door too.  Why? How?

And then this morning, I found Penthesilea’s nest had been raided – minus three eggs.  Possibly hedgehogs, I wonder.  I found the shells almost intact nearby but the contents had been eaten out.  Penthesilea was in a state too and furious so I tipped her nestbox over making it harder to get into, added the last of the our duck eggs (no one is laying now), and made some steps for her to get in and out.

I left Penthesilea looking suspiciously at the new set-up and found her a few hours later happily settled again.  Fingers crossed for Penty.

And then this afternoon I was in my shed making my Sheeple (the adult brown one on the end today to go with the lamb), while someone else was busy arriving.

Black-Ducky finally had her duckling.

And she was very protective and attacked my phone, giving me a hard whack with her beak.

So OH and moved them into a small pen, which was instantly too small (dammit), so we quickly made the ponies’ shed into a duck-house for them and moved them there.  Here’s hoping they are ok.  My life is very fraught at the moment.

As I mentioned before, Iacs (aka Bibble) is not well.

He has penile papilloma (which is not actually cancer, but can turn into it) and he also presented with a huge and getting larger lump under his neck – where it meets the jaw – which had us all terrified that it was metastatic.

Over the past few weeks, various biopsies and bloods have been taken and sent south for analysis and Bibble has been perfect through every ordeal.

Today the vet came (for the fourth time in as many weeks) to try a new combination of intravenous sedation drugs to get Bibble to “let down”, ie drop his sheath.

I swear Bibble read the drugsheet because every time we wanted to get a good look, he did everything in his power not to let us see, let alone anything else.  The vet described him as a medical anomaly.

The vet also came armed with some results and the neck lump is a haematoma and not related in any way to the other end, which was a huge sigh of relief.

The penile papilloma are spreading (there are more than one) which may or may not respond to drug therapy (our 1st route to take – we are waiting on more lab results) rather than the more drastic decision of amputation (last resort).  He would have to go south for surgery.

Our vets are in consultation with vets south and an expert in the field too for a course of treatment for Bibble.

To say Daisy and I are worried, doesn’t even touch these past few weeks.

Anywho, Bibble came out of his sedation and I left him for a while to sleep it off.  Now he’s back out with his friends.

On a good note, though, Bibble is totally asymptomatic, which is immensely cheering.  We can’t cure this but we can try and keep everything comfortable.