Here he is.  Every morning I stand guard for Taktur against marauders (*** cough *** Dreki got telled for his efforts)

And he’s very appreciative while he chomps his brekkie bucket.  He even politely asks me to do a sweep around with my hand (we call it “a scrushle”) to get the last bits before he wander off.

My reward is a good sunrise, weather permitting.  Today was pretty.

And of course I get to see his Handsomeness, if slightly damp, for ages. He eats very slowly.  Chewing and thinking about every mouthful.

The others are duly resentful so I ignore that.  They have hay.  Get on with it.

Meanwhile, in a field across the hill, everyone else is getting on well through this winter – Iacs and Klaengur ran over to their hay.  Lovely to see.

The old men are doing very well.  Fat, happy and very hairy.

Winter seems very long.

I took these photos today, clutching an empty bucket that had previously contained many carrots, fending off Storm who was trying to “help” whilst trying not to slide down a muddy hill.  It was not an easy feat.

Vitamin – every the poseur even at the grand age of 28!  She is beautiful.

Two miles down the road, at home, we have a smattering of snow – this photo was first thing when I was feeding Taktur his bucket.

Snow is better than the relentless wind and rain.

And in good news, I got my van back.  Huzzah!

This wonderful garage worked hard so my little horsevan would be ready for today and I can’t thank them enough.  Afterwards, I gave it a test run and popped into town and filled it with hay.

Now I feel much more relaxed having my van home.

Happier days.

Yesterday Floss came with me to see the Minions and brought a huge bucket of carrots which were duly distributed.  OH had come back from Lerwick with a large sack of carrots.  The Minions have made it their mission to eat the lot.

Fivla has also started her winter TurmerAid.  She is happy enough to eat it out of a dog bowl and looks out for me now.

I just keep a bucket of TurmerAid in my car – it is much easier (note-to-self, when the wind stops blowing, I will clean my car).

The wind went up a notch today and it has been very “curate’s egg“.  Blue sky one minute and then violent hail storms.  The hail hurts.

This is a blue sky moment this morning after the carrots.   Newt was busy cleaning up, not that there is anything to clean.

The daily bucket of carrots have made me very popular!

I will leave this here. I am so fed up. It is too much. I could whinge but I won’t (a little one – my coat collar slapped me in the face and made me cry). The animals are doing fine. I am not (sciatica).  Floss is a total brick. ❤️

Today for the first time ever, I felt like selling up, animals and all, and moving south.