Looking at the Minions today, I realised just how revolting they are.

They all need a jolly good brush and the fault is all mine as I confess I have not been very diligent with my brushing routine.  Ok, I haven’t been near them with any form of grooming tool all winter.  Dirt keeps you warm, I tell them!

But I did notice, when Vitamin took a chunk out of Storm for trying to steal her bucket, she got a whole mouthful of white fur so someone thinks Spring is on the way.

Fivla is possibly not her most beautiful either.  What I need is for everyone to dry off completely so I can get myself covered in pony hair while I brush them.

Newt is in his full-on Yak stage at the moment.

So, after the snow – this weekend, if the sun ever shines, I will go to the Minion field armed with a brush and some conditioner/detangling spray.

But it was nice to see the sun shine and some blue sky today. That cheered me up immensely.

It has rained a lot today and I am feeling very down in the dumps so, having fed every animal I own, I spent the day indoors catching up on other stuff feeling sorry for myself.

The animals were very unimpressed with my decision but they, like me, were also fed up of being constantly wet.

One unimpressed Monster.

Oh, yes!

The rain cleared up later in the afternoon so, after tea (dogs + cat), we went outside for the last day of carrot distribution. I’ve run out now.

At least I was popular with someone.

Kolka had met me at the gate for her ration – which meant there was no Klaengur/Kolka bicker.

Though she did look back at the boys and wondered whether she should leave her carrot supply to see what they had got.

I told her not to bother.

On my way home, I picked up our mail from the post box at the end of our track (a necessity because Ted has bitten the local courier – twice).  In a gin-encrusted moment, I had ordered a pile of dog/cat toys and they had arrived.

So now I am popular again and, a point of interest, Ted can remove the squeak of any “indestructible” toy in under 30 seconds.  Quite an achievement.  Monster was enjoying a crackly, and possibly drug-infused, butterfly.

We’re all very soggy today.  It has been persistently raining.

Late afternoon was slightly better so I took my bucket of carrots (2nd day) over to the geriatrics. I like to check up on them especially as this is a known field for colic.  There was eating – they were fine.

I knew Pepper was with me (OH had just come home so Ted had gone back into the house with him) and then I heard an immense amount of yowling behind me.

🎶 Yowl, yowl, yowl 🎶

With a bit of staring intently.

Pepper was pleased to see her friend had come too.  They have the best relationship.

Knowing there would be the usual screaming bust-up between Klaengur and Kolka, I left the field pretty swiftly, clambering over the fence.  Monster chose the gate.  I told him not to (it is thin and wobbly) and I could see him regret his choice as he then wobbled precariously on the top.

I tried not to laugh.

And then home to hang my coat/hat/waterproofs (3rd set today) up to dry and have a nice cup of tea.

We tell ourselves rain is better than snow.

Yesterday was my first day back at Transition Turriefield (a community growing project a few miles from me) where I volunteer to pack vegetables for veg boxes and some local shops.

I was asked if “my lot” wanted any carrots and, if you know me, you will know I never say no to free food, apart from possibly the disgusting Brussels sprout which is the Vegetable of the Devil.

I was given a massive crateful of carrots that couldn’t be sold.  Fine by me and my lot.

I put some carrots in a bucket and lugged them over to the old folk’s field.

They were very happy with this and I decided I will go daily to distribute my largesse.

Despite what they want, they’re not having the lot in a oner.

The Happy Couple shared their pile until they had their usual bust-up and then went back to sharing as though nothing had happened.

They always do this.  Married life *** sigh ***

Haakon sensibly stayed well clear.

So I threw him his handful and left him to eat in peace.

Bibble kept on shovelling.  The carrots made a welcome addition to rather sparse coming-into-Spring rations.

Today is Mothering Sunday (Muzzah’s Day) here in the UK (I think my over-the-pond friends have a different one which is later).

So nothing much changed in my daily routine. Pepper did her rounds while I fed Fivla and Vitamin.

Ted is not a fan of things equine.

I moved the little boys and old ladies back into their big hill field and they seem happy enough.  I think they like all the space, despite having to really look for anything to eat.

I think I will keep them here permanently (unless it snows) to keep the laminitis at bay.  It is all I can do against this constant battle.

Today is a me-day and all my needs have been met – methinks my daughters know me too well.  So Happy Muzzah’s Day to everyone.