While feeding this lot…..

Well, actually not this one…

Or this one….

definitely not this one…..

Nope, not him either.

Just Fivla and Vitamin – the old ladies – as per usual.

And snouts out, Newt!

Anywho, I decided that the herd/flock/parliament/whatever needed to get out more in the field, so I put a headcollar on Storm and took him for a walk, with the dogs, while the others watched on from afar.

I thought they would follow…. they did not.

But Storm enjoyed his walk around the field.

He is a great walking companion.  A lovely little chap.  Just trots happily behind me, occasionally stopping to look at the view.

When it became very clear that absolutely no one else was going to take the lead and come too, I let Storm go.

And, after some thought, he rejoined his friends.

The Sloth Brigade, as they are now known and they can rot on that rock, for all I care. I tried. I honestly did.

So, waving my now-empty headcollar, Itold them to all go and get a job!

I left them all eating far, far away up the hill.  Mission accomplished, though it took some effort on my part.

I was walking the dogs this morning, trying to make up for yesterday’s total non-walk when I came upon this ginger surprise!

And his girlfriend!  Don’t bite her Klaengur. That’s not nice.

These two are actually very fond of each other, spending their day together, always together.

Unless, that is, Kolka thinks there might be food.  She is very keen on her grub and I haven’t gone back to feeding her twice a day. I have stuck to my guns on that one.  I said I would.  She still turns up but I don’t give in.  Her weight is now fine.  Spot on.

Meanwhile, these two – Iacs and Haakon – are a happy little couple too.

My clowns, who make me laugh.

(Haakon’s serious face)

Further up the hill, and I found my latest album cover, sorry, flock of sheep.

Lambie, of course, spoilt this photo. It would’ve been perfect, otherwise. There’s always one.

I told Lambie this.  He was unrepentant.

Now this photo is certainly a contender.

And then we walked home.

The weather, as forecast, is filthy.  Wind, wind and more wind (up to Force 11 at times) and occasional rain. OH kindly helped me to feed the horses and ponies and we hung hanging onto buckets and horses trying to keep upright.  They all ate well and have shelter so I am not worried about them.

No one wanted a dog walk so instead I ran them round the shed throwing squeaky balls for half an hour.  That seemed to work fine, though it is not something I like to do every day but I don’t honestly think I could’ve walked upright anywhere.

I asked the sheep whether they wanted to go out and they, to a sheep, said they were fine indoors and please keep refilling their haynets.  I said “no, you get what you get and you could go out and find grass if you are still hungry. This is not a canteen and I am not your slave” and off I muttered!

So that’s been our day. Indoors while waiting for the weather to calm down.  When the wind blows like this, going outside is very hard work and possiby dangerous.

Tonight and tomorrow’s weather forecast is revolting and you know my obsession with the weather. I have at least 5 weather apps on my phone in the hope that one of them says everyone is wrong.  Ever the optimist, that’s me!

So I decided to move the oldies down to a more sheltered field.  En route, they had their breakfast.

Lambie wasn’t with his flock as he was feeling a bit “speshul” and refused to eat with the hoi polloi (they hassle him). He wanted his own spot and his own bowl and yes, I have to hold it for him and tell him how much his Muzzah luffs him.  Of course I did. It’s my job.

This is Lambie’s speshul face (with an added hint of twit).

The horse breakfast buckets are now colour-coded. Kolka has pink because she is a girlie and we only have one pink bucket!  The old men get yellow (slightly fewer calories) and Klængur has black (perpetual diet).

After breakfast, I led Haakon down to the more sheltered field, which also has grass. Everyone else followed…… eventually.

Klængur and Kolka (now known as The Loving Couple) immediately went down the hill together….

…. while Haakon and Iacs got their bearings and a little chat (with me thinking “It’s not rocket science.  Just go!)

I left everyone to find the safest and most sheltered spot for the meteorological onslaught that is about to appear.

It was lovely today.  Blue sky and not a breath of wind.  Just perfect.

Days like these are called a False Spring – The term ‘false spring’ refers to a period in late winter or early spring when temperatures become unusually warm, before suddenly growing cold again. During a false spring, the warm weather can ‘trick’ vegetation into coming out of dormancy – LawnWeedExpert.co.uk

But even so, one day is better than nothing and the snowdrops are out.  Woohoo!

Monster was around, doing his Japanese cat thing (look at the picture by Utagawa Hiroshige 歌川広重 – I gave everyone this picture for Christmas!

The daffs thinking about appearing, which makes sense because we have a Force 11 approaching fast so they will more than likely be blown to bits and probably never flower.

It’s a bit touch and go this time of year but we are all happily lulled into a false sense of security and make the most of days like these.

Ted was around too.

Monster was plotting his downfall.

Still, even if the nice weather is brief, it was very beautiful.