I am not sure what is going on but everyone is behaving very oddly.

The horses are very strange (bucking and spooking about nothing) and the sheep are at war.  Harrel and Maggie are picking on poor, poor Edna to the point that yesterday I separated them all, leaving Edna and ‘Bert in the small field for the day.  Edna was very distressed so I gave her a nice big bowl of Rowen Barbary mash, which she adores, happily scoffing the lot.  Comfort food, really.

This morning, OH let them all out and said everyone was just as bad again, so I popped Edna back into her little field and she proceeded to shout and get very distressed.  What to do?  These two were patrolling with menace.

A deep breath and thinking that at least Edna was full of good strong food, I let her out to get on with the battle.  I kept an eye and saw her resting with Madge nearby.  The field is large.

To town for various stuff, coming back to find everyone sort of ok.

Not brilliant but ok. I have no idea what is going on but if Edna is not distressed then I won’t be.

The others are supportive in a sort of don’t-involve-us way.

Something is not right but I am not sure what it is.

Edna is eating, she has a good appetite, she is not (from what I can see) ill or anything.

But Harrel and Maggie are not being kind to her and accompanying her about like nightclub bouncers with added hassling.

Meanwhile, Pepper was with me while I was taking these photos and Dreki was taking a huge interest. Then out of nowhere, he tried to stamp on her.  We had words.  Honestly, everyone is mad at the moment.

The wild primroses have come out now, although there is still a cold wind – so obviously lambing season is upon us (not us, though. We took precuations in the form of a strategically placed in height electric perimeter fence so the hill ram would not be able to reach my ladies, despite their best efforts – tarts!)

My primroses line each side of the bank of the stream that runs through most of our fields.

I love them.  When they arrive, I know Spring can’t go into reverse.  The nights are getting lighter and the days longer.

And while I was trying hard not to fall into the stream taking these photos, a great big galoot crept up behind me.

Dreki Dragon.

So I took lots of photos of him instead and we had a lovely time breathing on each other. He, from a very great height.

I just shut my eyes and inhaled.

Luffley.  Just luffley.

Ted has been with me for six months now.  I brought him home at the end of November but was living with him since October.

It has not been simple, but Ted is at last behaving like a “normal” (for us) dog.

Ted came to us with an ASBO (Anti-Social Behaviour Order) for biting the postman, which resulted in Mum having a visit from two armed policemen and getting a telling off!

Ted was also a dog that did not know what bones were for.  He spent every dog walk just running home which resulted in him only being allowed out on a lead, reaching the half way point of the walk and then being released to run as fast as he could home.

Ted would also spell out your name in pee if you left him alone for any length of time.  Revenge Pee – it is a heinous crime.

But, after months of routine and just general life, Ted is so much better.

No peeing, ever in the house, he eats bones, he steals Pepper’s toys, he plays games, he goes on proper dog walks and it is all lovely to see.

Pepper, on the other paw, is a ruddy nightmare.  She spends more time with our neighbours than she does with us.

She can escape over or through anything.

She has to wear a collar so we can “call” her home (it vibrates and sometimes she “listens” and returns).

She is very enthusiastic about everything!

And inquisitive. I forgot inquisitive.  Nothing and no one is safe.

But, best of all, Pepper and Ted are a happy little team. Yes there is the odd bicker but mostly they live together nicely.

I am very relieved life has worked out well for Ted.  It was in the balance for a while.

I am such a bad Muzzah. Yet again, I forgot Lambie’s birthday – 24th April.

It was a dark and stormy night (no, it actually was) and Lambie and his twin sister arrived a week early. His sister died the next day, then his mother while Lambie tried his best to follow as well but seven years on, he is still my little precious woolly lamb.

Lambie was brought up by me…..

And, of course, dearest BeAnne.

Lambie adored her.  BeAnne was good with him.

So Happy Birthday Lambie. He was 7 years old 2 days ago and I did smile when he spied me and ran towards me in the field this afternoon.  I like to think the barley rings in my pocket were a nice surprise.

I brought them especially for my little woolly lamb.

🎁 🎂 🎉 ❤️ 🐑 ❤️ 🐑 ❤️ 🐑❤️ 🐑 ❤️ 🐑 ❤️ 🐑❤️ 🐑 ❤️ 🐑 ❤️ 🐑❤️  🎉 🎂 🎁

Now, I am not very good at this, as Dreki will possibly tell you, but he and I are doing our best at this training lark.

At present we are concentrating on steering and brakes and, while Daisy has sat on Dreki, I have not so all our work is on the ground.

So here we are, brushing and chatting!

Shedding like a good ‘un (Spring visited briefly, took one look, gone away and it is Winter again so big mistake, Dreki) and surcingle on.

Bridle and noseband, “hitch up” and off we go

As Floss was on photos, Dreki was a bit preoccupied with somone “new” on his first halt – note front feet off the track. Not good.

But he is good on the going forwards and is not rushy or nasty.

A better halt.

Everyone concentrating hard.

After a few rounds of the school on the track, I thought I would introduce weaving between the cones.

Hopeless, both of us with added knitting from me.

So I decided to show Dreki exactly what I wanted.

And then he got it, as did I too.

Less knitting, but weird arms going on.

Back on track.

The perfect halt.

I love Dreki’s expression (after I had gushed about the wonderful halt).

And we’re done.

Feet offered nicely and picked out.

Plus a recap on how good my little dragon is and how we will work together as a team.

I am enjoying this training lark. It might not be perfect but it is working for us both.