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.

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.