When you are this cute, you think you can get away with murder…… well, Pepper does anyway.

Her quest for World Domination is endless.

However, Monster has other ideas.  For what it’s worth, my money is on Monster.

Meanwhile in Ted World, mostly he and Pepper remain good friends though they had a fight at suppertime.  Ted stood his ground and it was totally Pepper’s fault. She tried to get his food while he was just leisurely finishing up cleaning his bowl.  He was incensed with her and told her so in no uncertain terms.  So being Pepper she fought back and claimed innocence of this huge crime.  To split up the fighting, I shouted at them both and then quickly reassured Ted that he was not in trouble and could finish his supper in peace.  To be fair, though, it is the first time there has been a spat in ages.

And Ted is very good at making Pepper jealous.

So life in the house is relatively peaceful apart from the two wars that perpetually simmer along in the background!

Gosh, wasn’t Lambie the sweetest?  That ship has long since sailed!

Monster is one weird cat.  Saturday afternoon is always set aside for flute duets with my friend, Mandy (or trios, if Daisy is around).

Usually Lambie and his friends make up our audience but, as Spring is slowly creeping towards us, he and his friends have decamped to the field to eat the new grass.  So today Monster came a-calling.

I put a lovely wool blanket on the chair and Mandy made a fuss of him.  She likes a cat (she has three of her own) so that was a good start.

And then we started to play, well Mandy did. I was laughing too much.

And then so was Mandy.

I can vouch that it is not easy to play the flute either well or at all with a large white cat looming.

And pawing.

And this is possibly the best photo.  I sent it to Daisy who said Monster looked like a creepy gargoyle.

Every performance needs an audience and we will play to whoever we have.

….. if we can stop laughing, that is.

I am still in a clearing mood.  The bug has not left me and I just see clutter everywhere.  Unnecessary clutter. It has to go.

So today, after feeding the old ladies, I lured everyone with a bag of carrots down to their other field so get them out of the way.

And then the three of us – me, my OH and a kind friend – got going.  The two last roofs in the attached sheds had fallen in and needed to be dismantled and burned, plus I wanted to clear any other wood, if possible.

A small bonfire was started – it took a few goes to light.

Meanwhile, we were being watched by Tiddles, Storm and possibly Newt.  Of course they wanted to help but Minions and fire is never going to work.  Far too much “helping”.  Nope.

Once the bonfire lit, we kept piling the wood on.

We took off as much of the tar roof as we could before burning the plain wood. We bagged the separate felt roof bits.

Both sheds looked much better for the clearing out.

We still have work to do.  Bits of felt roof to pick up and take to the dump.

We found plenty of old fish feed sacks that hadn’t rotted away in the ground so they will be  filled.  Plenty of broken glass too.

It felt good to have a bonfire. It burned down very quickly as there was a nice breeze to help.

I have plans for my two newly cleared sheds.  They can offer shelter to the Minions as well as being a good place to put hay down. It won’t blow away and there’s plenty of space for everyone.

A job well done!  This afternoon I cleared out most of my clothes!

A lovely sunny day and everyone was looking very happy and healthy.

I had brought my big camera, which has not been out much recently, and happily snapped away.

Tiddles looking gawjus, I tell you.  Upon reflection, he doesn’t really look like the Tiddles I know.

I love this one of Storm. He is almost normal.  Almost.

Dearest Vitamin definitely getting her mojo back now. Her neck is much less scrawny and flop.

Silver, who often gets mistaken for Fivla. Floss has to do a double check when Fivvie gets her bucket of nothing.

A pensive Fivla, probably trying to will some carrots out of me.  She’s doing well for her grand age.

Waffle is under all that hair. Honest.

Part yak, part pony and part exocet missile – Newt

The missile preparing to launch…..

Little Albie who follows me everywhere. He is officially A Tripping Hazard.

A wonderful morning with blue sky and it was nearly warm so good pony moods all round.