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!

Dear little Pepperpot was spayed on Tuesday and she has been such a good girl.  Ok, she still visits our very tolerant neighbours on an almost daily basis, but she is not nagging at her stitches (we have a t-shirt thing for the nights – just in case).

It was not the easiest of operations. Apparently it was “tight”, and her ovaries were a two-person dig but they were eventually found and removed.  My poor little girl.

When Pepper came home, she was in a bit of a state but I made a nice den for her to sleep in  – cushions on the sofa with a blanket over her – and she slept the anaesthetic off for many hours.  I am a huge believer that rest cures everything.

While Pepper was away at the vet, the house wasn’t the same and Ted missed her hugely. He had no one to tell him what to do so wandered about inventing things to bark about.  Probably leaves falling off trees in Surrey.  He has a vivid imagination.

Monster obviously was very concerned.  He just showed it in a different way and went to pray at the fridge.

Anyway, Pepper is now getting back on track.   No little Pepperpots for us. Ever. Despite her best efforts.

The little ones hate their small field. I don’t blame them it is not nearly big enough and it is quickly getting grottier and grottier by the minute.  Six in there last night and it was not a pretty sight this morning.

So my morning was spent putting up a long electric fence to split up a field with fairly grotty grass.  It is good in places.

I worked hard and looked up to see that all the ponies had helpfully drifted over to the bit I wanted them to be in.

Everyone except Waffle.  He didn’t want to go in. He knew.

But Storm did!

This will be the Minion field for a while now.

The grass is perfectly adequate.

And obviously Vitamin will have her daily bucket – I promise, Vitamin, you will. I could never forget – you wouldn’t let me!

But I couldn’t find the fence tester, dammit.

I think the flashing light on the energiser as well as a healthy respect should indicate that my fence is zapping along nicely.