Life without Newt is very quiet, calm and orderly (one Newt = the small brown dot in middle distance of the photograph).

We had a lot of rain last night so Newt was stuck the other side of the ditch, refusing to jump over like he has done every day of his life.  He did run up and down a bit like an angry agitated little hippo, which made me laugh.

So I put out the buckets and dished out my rations. Everyone ate theirs (and possibly Newt’s) portion.  It was all very civilised, for a change.

No arguing, kicking someone off their bucket to steal it, no swinging bottoms, no hassling the neighbours, barging into your friend to get his bucket (to name just a few of Newt’s heinous crimes) …… just calm, lovely calm and a sense of peace too.  I didn’t have to watch myself either.  I felt safe amongst my ponies.  Newt can get very unpredictable at times. It’s not pretty.

Even Albie got to eat his entire ration, and he was so happy and relieved.  No anxiety.

And no, I didn’t go over the ditch with a separate bucket for Newt. I left him there to consider his attitude to life and maybe he might change…… (she gives a hollow laugh)!  I have no doubt he will be back with the herd tomorrow and life will be just as it ever is – with everyone avoiding Newt’s backside.

Some sheep wag their tails when they are happy.

If I don’t see Bert’s “happy tail” every morning, then my day is ruined.  Bert wags it when I scratch him on his back, then I say out loud “there it is” and I can happily continue with my day.  That’s the routine.  It works.  If I don’t see it, I might as well feed everyone and then crawl back under my rock.

Edna and Maggie wag their tails too – it is a leftover thing from being a lamb, I think.  Lambie rarely wags his tail.  It’s not his thing. It is most definitely Bert’s thing, though and it makes me smile every time.  Actually anyone wagging their tail will result in happiness.

Today was a Duvet Day.  Ster hurt his back leg a few days ago so refused to go out to the field and I didn’t make him.  Maybe rest will do him good, I thought.  His leg is getting better every day and he has had painkillers.  The Boyzens and Girlzen-Berries all enjoyed their mooching day not doing much with the exception of possibly some begging at my front door.  I don’t mind. I am she-who-dishes-out-food.  That’s my title in life.

Oh yes. Spring is on it’s way.

I was surprised to see my banks of primroses starting to appear.  I think it is early but I am happy to be wrong.

But they lighten my heart and make me think Spring is finally on its way despite the many recent meteorogical set backs.  Winter is not over. It is still trying.

Even the odd daisy and this is the first one in my field – I have not found another.

And a rather bleak celandine that has suffered much from the  weather – I am feeling very sorry for this plant and this is the best I could find. I’ve not seen another. It is pitiful.

I see these flowers when I am walking the dogs.

You have not idea how happy I am when I come across a flower, any flower, trying to make an effort through a very hard winter.

All four of us (that would be Pepper, Ted, Monster and me) wander around the fields on a daily basis – we call this a dog walk – and the fact that nature is finally beginning to kick in is truly wonderful.

These are seggies – yellow flag irises – trying their very best.

And meanwhile good old Ted has become a fully-fledged member of the croft dogginess!

So Spring – yay!  No, double yay!  It has been a long time coming and no more snow please or everything will go back into the ground again. I could not bear that.  Seeing flowers again makes me think we are on our way out of the long hard winter.

The contrast from this morning – blue sky, sunshine, and happy faces.

Well, more like gormless faces, but smiley ones nonetheless.

Shovel that food in, Kolka! You go girl.

And then this afternoon, after I had spent some time in my shed making a sheep and taking photos of Pepper in her new collar (now this one I like very much) – rolled green leather – we went back outside and did it all again.

This time there was snow.

Here is a little action video of actual movement from the horses at the thought of a haynet!

The old folk did eventually climb the hill to their food.  Mr and Mrs Happy-Couple of course shared theirs.

While, on the other gate, Haakon and Iacs (aka Statler and Waldorf) had theirs.

There is a small part of me (no, actually a huge part of me) that thinks Klaengur is a hen-pecked husband!  He has that look but he is so happy.

And the snow continues…… while Monster remains hopeful.

We have a digger digging here at the moment.  Poor digger-driver has a long list on my to-do list.

In case the digger-driver turned up today to dig, I kept the old folk in their field bringing them haynets to hang on the gate.

One of the digging jobs is to scrape all the mud/poo off the hard standing where the horses usually eat and I don’t think the combination of 4 eating Icelandic horses and one digger is a good one, though I am sure the horses would be helpful, possibly too helpful and I also don’t think Iacs should be allowed near machinery. He’s not qualified.

It has been hailing or snowing on and off today.

I arrived early to feed the Minions as we were going out for lunch today, off island.  The clocks also went forward so I guess I was a nice surprise.

And it started hailing again.

So I took a few piccies of hailstones on Shetland ponies, which I think will make great screen-savers.

If anyone wants one, two ….., all, let me know and I can Dropbox them to you.

I think this might be my next screen saver – Newt’s vast bottoooom!