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.

A new plant species has been discovered in Shetland.

It’s the elusive Patterdale terrier plant.

With sometimes a Schnorkie addition too.

Mum always thought Ted was a Schnorkie – Schnauzer x Yorkshire terrier.  Maybe I should get his doggie DNA done then I would know for sure what makes up a Ted.

Anywho, here is a sight I have seldom seen…..

One self-opinionated Patterdale terrier sharing, actually sharing, with her friend.  I have never seen this before.

Her Maj (aka BeAnne Duvet Soufflé) could not and would not do this – she would swear like a navvy and then a huge bust-up. It was not pretty.

So, to see these two actually sharing their non-existent quarry beautifully is wonderful and heart-warming to watch.  Obviously, these two have never caught anything mostly because rabbits are not stupid and no one is very committed to the task of digging for ages and ages.

Interestingly, Pepper will also share with Monster.

She is everyone’s friend (apart from Maggie’s – as we saw yesterday).

She even talks to the ducks.  They are less than impressed but no one seems to mind or care.

We had a new visitor to our garden – no, not Monster (that’s his shouty face).

A beautiful cock pheasant who arrives every day to look for food in our garden.  Pheasants are not indigenous birds to Shetland and, although I see them around on my travels to Leradale (they were released from a nearby croft either by accident or design), they have never visited us.  I have a feeling my neighbour also feeds this same bird.  He is obviously doing the neighbourhood.

I am intrigued by him. I always want to watch and even tame him down a bit.

But he is very difficult to photograph!

I took these from my kitchen – note-to-self, I must clean the window.

I am not sure how OH feels about this beautiful bird scratching up his garden.  I don’t care.  Animals over garden every time unless it is a certain cat doing his business in the potatoes – that’s a different discussion.

So I crept outside with my big camera to see if I could get better photos.

And he immediately ran away.

And then flew away.  I will keep trying, though.