As the weak watery sun of winter comes up, Floss and I are out feeding all the horses that live here.

Taktur get his morning bucket of grub, while the others have their hay.

He loves his grub bucket and possibly wears some of it.

The others know the bucket is not for them but it doesn’t stop them looking resentful – thank you, Efstur!

We also put out piles of hay twice a day.

Even thought there is little to no grass, no one is starving.

Obviously, if the others needed hard feed then I would give them a bucket but they don’t.

I can’t feel ribs possibly because there are none.

In another field far, far away…… (ok, over the hill)…..

This lot get their morning bucket of food and supplements or a pale imitation of calories.

It all depends on who you are and who needs what.

And then there is the hay as well – twice a day.

Everyone has a thick winter coat.

So they are fed, fine and fat!

We, on the other hoof, are utterly knackered!

If you are worrying about Maggie after yesterday’s blog post then don’t.  This afternoon, I saw that Maggie was going in and out of the sheep shed with absolutely no aggro from anyone.

Because the hill ram was around (and Harrel was shagging Edna), I opened up the separate wee field with a sheep shed.  Maggie was straight in so now she has options (and many haynets).

As has Lambie (practising his derp face!)

After “Minioning”, I came home to fill haynets ready for Round 2 of feeding, and Maggie was about so I gave her a not-so-secret bowl of food.

Madge also happened to be in the area and doesn’t she look like her mother?  I have never seen the resemblance before. It is the begging face.

Madge very much wanted the food but I told her she was looking wonderful and didn’t need the extra calories.

Anyway, Maggie wasn’t sharing – I was put on this planet to stand guard to stop invaders.

There is nothing better than having food on your nose after a meal.  Absolutely nothing!  This is Maggie’s opinion and possibly mine!

The terrible weather continues.  It is vile out there and everyone is sheltering where they can.

This morning, I saw Maggie was not allowed to go into the sheep shed. She was standing outside looking rather forlorn.  I think she does this when they are all in there and she doesn’t think there is room enough for her.  She has always been an outside sheep, anyway.

So I felt sorry for her and very quietly (so the others did not hear and come belting out to eat it all) gave her a haynet to herself and a big bowl of extra hard feed to herself.

It will keep her warm if she is determined to live outside.

I have a feeling Lambie has not been very welcoming.  Floss saw him shoot Maggie a filthy look when she wanted to go inside the shed and eat hay with them all.

I also put out a couple of fibre blocks for anyone to munch on.

One day, I tell Maggie, the weather will change.  We just don’t know when at the moment.

Today I wore three sets of outdoor clothes.  Each set was soaked through.  We have all had enough.

P.S. I always give Maggie double the biccie ration.  She knows this and I know this. It is our secret.

It has been a very windy day today.  Floss and I have struggled with our haynets being blown up and down hills, all over the place.  Very tiresome and exhausting.

Every morning the sheep have two haynets hung in their ratty old shed (which they refuse to leave, ever) which they graze on during the day if the weather is bad.  Today almost everyone was inside.

Edna came to welcome me to her door (makes a change and no, I hadn’t got biccies about my person).

Maggie couldn’t decide whether to go in or not so I took her a fibre block to eat if she decided to stay outside.  She spends half her day trying to talk to her old hill sheep friends – probably to boast about her new life. She never tries to leave the croft but likes to stay by the fence lording it over her old friends.

I was early for the Minions so I took the scenic route to admire the wild seascape and light.

On my way home, I drove to Dale Beach to see what was going on there.

Good waves.

The car rocked while I took some photos. I didn’t have my big camera with me because I didn’t want it wrecked with salt and sea-spray.  The car was covered when I drove home.

At home, the sheeple had just about finished their hay and were having a sit down.  Good for them. Onwards, ever onwards for me – filling more haynets and lugging them up the hill to some so-called starving horses.

All hail and worship, please. OH came home last night after working away from home for a few days.  He was welcomed back with open paws.  It was very sweet.

And Pepper is a funny little dog.  Last night, I went to bed to lie on my acupressure mat for a few hours. I was trawling the internet looking for some nice flute duet music.  I was listening to samples as MIDI files (computer version of music – not pretty but gives you the gist) when Pepper jumped on the bed to sat and listen.  She was very interested in the noise.

Breakfast remains an audience participating sport.

Yesterday…..

Today…..

They are both shameful, or is it shameless?

“Shameless means that you feel no shame. Shameful means that you should be ashamed for a way you have acted.“

So possibly both, then!

Poor Floss – her breakfast is not her own.

I don’t eat breakfast so I am not bothered by this.