Daisy:  Mum, has Pepper got something?
Me:  No, I don’t think so. I can’t see anything….. oh dear God, please no.
Pepper: I have a new little friend and he is mine and I luffs him!

Ted: I’m looking good now, aren’t I?  Possibly your most favourite dog of all time!

Me:  Pepper, I am going to have to take this “new friend” away.  He cannot stay.
Pepper:  If you take him away, I will never speak to you again!
Daisy took Mr Mousie away. RIP Mr Mousie.  I am so very sorry.

Honestly, I don’t know where Pepper found him but find him she did. I can only think Monster knows something of this, not that he bothers much with small-fry.

You can’t be squeamish in our house.

So here are the Minions bouncing.  Enjoy!

Lots to do today so I was out early feeding the sheeps, the ponies, the horses, the ducks, the chickens and ……. Daisy is home for a holiday this week.  I am very happy.

Once everyone was fed and in their proper field, Daisy and I went to Lerwick for the day.  I needed to top up the Sheeple field and we shopped.

We also saw Puzzzh (may he Rest in Peace) in a shop window, which was a lovely surprise.

Tommy was in Boots, the Chemist, so we had a little chat with him.  I haven’t seen him for a while but I haven’t been to town either.

Tommy is a cat who lives in Lerwick. He likes to wander in and out of the shops.  As a celebrity, he even has his own Instagram page and, one year, a calendar.

Meanwhile at home we had to change Pepper’s collar for a smaller one as she couldn’t actually walk in it.  This has done the trick.  Pepper hasn’t touched her stitches once and gallops around the house like a demented angle-poise lamp!  She is much happier too.  So all is good. A lovely day.

Apologies for the worst photos in the world – I only had my camera phone to hand at the time.

Anywho, I was driving back home from the vet with Little Miss Pepperpot who was now sporting a cone-of-shame.  Even though the wound is healing nicely, she just needs this addition to her recuperation for total perfection.

So, there I was driving back in the rain, Pepper in her cage sulking, when I saw this massive bird with a flock of corvids. They were eating a roadkill rabbit and flew off the minute my car approached.

Of course I stopped and started to take photos…..

And then I turned the car around and tried to take some more piccies.  I couldn’t stay for long as a) it kept flying off and b) I needed to get Pepper home as she was very unimpressed with her plastic head gear and I didn’t want her to get into a state.

I am asking around my bird-watching friends who know these things to get a confirmation of what it actually is.  Apparently there have been sightings of a juvenile white tail eagle (sea-eagle) recently.  This one has taken up with an assorted flock of corvids.

I won’t lie, I was hoping for a golden eagle confirmation but this is pretty fabulous too.

To see such an amazing bird flying free in the wild is truly beautiful.  I’ve never seen any eagle  so to me this is incredible.

Nothing much to say today. Just the usual really.

Here is breakfast for those that have breakfast (Haakon and Iacs, plus Vitamin) and, of course, Pepper comes too. Her job is to clear up.

Pepper selflessly stuffs herself with anything that drops. I tell myself it is roughage.  The cozzie is at half-mast so she can pee if she wants but she ain’t getting at those stitches.

I enjoy the peace while the horses have their breakfast. While they eat, I get to do my Wordle and then send my scores to Floss and my sister – we have a long-standing competition going.  The boys munch and then frisk me for their carrot. They know I have one.

Tomorrow we see the nurse for Pepper’s post-op check up.  The top part of her scar is weeping a little so I have put a dressing on it.

So a quiet Sunday, really, doing what we always do. I’m fine with that.

Every morning I let Vitamin out of her “cell” to eat her daily bucket while the others are left behind.  All seven of them.

And afterwards, Vitamin strolls off to enjoy the thick lush grass for the day.  She doesn’t even look back.  She doesn’t care (and I don’t blame her after how they hounded her for wearing a rug).

Meanwhile, the others are not happy and I have to listen to how they are all starving, have nothing, yada yada yada and I don’t care, either. Look at me.  This is me not giving a damn!

So the not-so-magnificent-seven mooch about all day saying this while I ignore it because I am apparently heartless and cruel.

And still Vitamin has not looked back.

That old lady has work to do, food to eat.  Fair enough.

Anywho, on my way home, I turned to see this and thought to myself “go ahead, punk, make my day!”

They know and I know they know because they watched me putting it there!  So sadly my day was not made and they are not punks….. yet!