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.

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!