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.

It rains a lot at the moment.  I dither about rugging and not rugging as the horses have good winter coats and are waterproof.

I only rug Haakon (28 years old and can get thin in winter) and Taktur (stallion who burns off energy) when I am sucking my teeth and watching every weather forecast. Freezing rain is my main rugging reason but, having said that, the horses are always so much happier when I don’t rug them and so, of course, I worry instead.   They move around more without rugs.  Haakon just stops with a rug on, and that is never good.

Anyway, while I was feeding Taktur his breakfast, I had a good look at the pattern of his coat.

It was actually very interesting.  Icelandic horses (and Shetland ponies) have very thick winter coats designed for just this weather.  They never actually get wet through to the skin.  The coat has a fluffy under-coat and then longer hair on top.  It clumps together to let the water run off.

Under the “points” the coat it is completely dry.

The natural grease in the coat also helps with this process and that is the main reason I don’t wash horses.

The mane is also incredibly thick and it is very warm and dry underneath – sometimes, on very cold days, I put my hands under a horse’s mane to warm them up.

Yesterday, the horsevan died completely and we tried – we really tried to get it going – changed the battery, used jump leads, kicked the tyres …..

Even asked a friend….

But the van defeated us all.  The sheep watched on and offered their services (“Oi, Harrel, get off the electric cable and/or out of my handbag!”)

So the van was winched onto a low loader and towed off to the garage.

Feeling slightly worried about the van, it was nice to be followed everywhere by my devoted little Fan Club.

I tell myself it is not for the biccies that live behind the door in the porch in a special box for sheep.  Oh no.

They want to tell me just how much they love and appreciate me – and probably my ability to give them biccies!