Everyone Fed

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I woke up this morning after cat-napping throughout the night, feeling very over-tired and not looking forward to going outside one bit.

But there was a slight lull in the foul weather and, armed with the relevant bucket for the right animal, I went forth.

The Shetland ponies were all waiting for their breakfast, which helped hugely. I hate having to shout for them knowing they would never hear in this storm and then probably starve to death.  Anyway, they ate, argued and wandered off.  So Shetland ponies fed ✅

Then back to the house to get more buckets.

Again, the others all seemed fine and actually beginning to dry off too.

I gave everyone a bit extra, mainly because I wanted them to feel full today in this filthy weather. No buckets went flying, so that was a plus.  Icelandic horses and Shetland ponies now fed ✅

Once eaten, teeth cleaned (Vitamin), eyes de-goobed (Fivla), they all wandered off oblivious to the weather that was going on around them.  I was pleased to see them completely unbothered.

Meanwhile, Gussie and Dahlia had come inside when I went to feed the Shetland ponies.  They made a quick bee-line for the shed where breakfast was being served.

And the haynets (apologies for Lambie looking gormless – he’s been like that all day). Every time I’ve checked up on them, Lambie has been standing there looking, well, still gormless.

Gussie got to grips with the washing up.  So sheep all fed too ✅

It is not fun outside at all and has revved up again for the night.

Preparations For Storm Bram

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I finished my sheep-making work early so I could get all I will need in place for Storm Bram which is revving up as I type.  It’s going to be a doozy according to the weather apps.

I tried to think ahead of what will I need tomorrow, as I probably won’t be able to get into the feed shed – the wind will hit it straight on and the door can be lethal, as in arm-breakingly lethal.

So I got everything out for feeding horses, ponies and sheep and put it in the house porch.  OH does the ducks/hens in the morning.  That’s his job.  There is food and water ready in their sheds.

And shut up the feed shed best I could praying everything would still be standing in 48 hours’ time.

Then Pepper and I told Family Duck to go to bed.

Pepper is very keen on herding ducks.  I have to curb her enthusiasm a little as she can get in front and then panic ensues.

But I got my ducks in a row and off we went, fairly smoothly.

This is where they want to live.  Not with the riff-raff.

This is the riff-raff who muddle along with the chickens too.

As daylight was now definitely going, all the sheep came home, except for Dahlia and Gussie who were nowhere to be seen.  They probably feel safer in a storm out in the field.  I shall do my best not to worry about them.

I showed the sheep their haynets and told them to stay safe.  They know what to do.

So that’s us, ready for whatever is blown at us.  I hope we get off fairly unscathed and also keep our electricity.  See you on the other side.

Dreich

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I don’t think it is actually going to stop raining until next year.  It was dreich (a great word for today).

And it was just getting light when I went outside serving up breakfast to everyone, hence the dismal photos.  Tis the way, this time of year.

So, armed with my extensive shopping list, I headed to Lerwick stopping off first at the feed merchant for provisions for all things ovine, equine and poultry.

And then a quick swoop around Tesco with my trolley and I drove home while it was still daylight.  I hate driving in the dark.

In the last of the quickly fading light of early afternoon (now around 2.30 p.m.; how pathetic is that?), Skippy and I unloaded the car and I made bedding a bit fresher for the chucks and ducks and the sheep too.

Obviously, I had my little follower.  She never left my side though her determination to be run over by Skippy was admirable (if I had a pound for every time I tell her to get out from under the wheels, I could probably pay my feed bill!)

With the ducks and hens now comfortable and the sheep bedroom slightly fresher, I saw the sheep had all come home from their day out in the field.  Even Gussie and Dahlia had turned up – a routine I want them to get into.

You can see just how wet everyone was but doesn’t Gussie-Dustbin look handsome?  He’s quite the sheep these days.

I got out my statutory biscuit tin and gave everyone one ginger biccie each.  Them’s are the rations.  I think there was muttering about bigger rations, though.  I didn’t listen as I shut the front door for the end of the day – at 3 p.m., (fer cryin’ out loud!)

 

Monster on a Mission

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Monster doesn’t usually come out with me on the breakfast round mostly because it is too early and only essential personnel go outside but today he was there, following me wherever I went, mostly shouting.

(apologies for bad picture quality, but I had a chuckle when I saw Monster with the sheep who were all waiting for their breakfast).

The weather was pretty mild so that might’ve been one reason he was out and about.

I never felt alone.

Not once.

Even when I took my three buckets over to the old horses and ponies’ field, Monster came too.  Pepper went off a-hunting and I didn’t see her for a while.

You can just see Monster (the white dot) on the old track walking and singing his way to Ted.  At this stage, Ted was trying to disown him.

Obviously Monster needed a sleep to recover from all that activity.

And luckily he has still managed to eat the requisite meals for the day.  Phew!  I do worry.

Because nothing stops Monster on a mission.  We are all his servants really.

Dull Days Please

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You know me, I hate change. I like my days to be dull, preferably with absolutely no unexpected excitement.

Everyone and everything should always be the same.

I rely on those around me to know this and, to be fair, I think they approach life pretty similarly too.

Part of our morning routine – Breakfast buckets, clean out Vitamin’s teeth with the dental woosher thingy, clean Fivla’s eyes of any caked gunk (her tear ducts have never worked), kiss her nosey for being a good girl and off I go to do the next thing, which is to wash the buckets out in the stream on my way home.

Then I grab the leftover soaked sugar beet to feed ‘Ster (in his bowl) and ‘Bert (he cleans up the bucket like a good boy), give Lambie his special portion of TurmerAid in his private dining room, taming training with Madge (I will win even if she grunts) using TurmerAid, and also a bit for Maggie and Dahlia.  Then all the sheep follow me to the field and go out for the day.

And this is always the same but just a little part of our morning routine.  There is also feeding the other Shetland ponies, and letting the ducks and hens out for the day.  It is always the same and as long as it all goes smoothly, I am very happy pottering around doing my crofting chores.

Bad weather can be a trial, though and that is on its way…… Ugh.

Anyway, I hate excitement and I hate change because then I can’t cope.