I went over to see the Minions.  I found them all sheltering from Day 3 of this miserable gale.  To be fair, though, it is unseasonally warm and there has been less rain than I thought.

I did my usual count and only found 7.  A quick panic and recount.

Newt was in the little house (you can just see him there).  Of course, no one else was allowed in.  The dragon at the door.

Newt nipped out the minute the others started walking up the hill towards me.

Down by the house was very still. It is well sheltered and I can see why they chose that spot.

I had a little chat with everyone and dished out the contents of my pockets. One small piece of carrot – we are running out. I am not going to town until Friday and so am eeking them out.

The Minions are very happy in their winter field.

After checking everyone, I walked back up the hill, leaving them all to it and wondering whether Newt would go back to bed!

Little Miss Pepper rules her world.  She is very much a Daddy’s girl and OH is obviously completely smitten, forgives her everything (including going through the compost heap and bringing 3 banana skins through the catflap into the house).  They are a couple.

At night Pepper sleeps between us, favouring me with her feet side while OH has her smooth back.  Lucky me! Twitch, twitch, twitch all night long with claws.

And the family group.  Yes, dogs are allowed on our sofas but only if they’re earned it. One hint of being nasty to Monster and dogs are relegated back to the dog beds.  Tis the Law.

World domination is hard work and breakfast time is particularly taxing.

This is Pepper’s preferred spot while Flossie eats her breakfast.

And, when I took this photo, I did not realise just how shocking it is!  I am shocked.  Yes I am.  I am wearing my shocked face.

In Floss’ head, she thought this was all that was happening. Au contraire.

Marmite on toast is obviously food of the Gods and Rules of the World.

Now, what’s that song? “Every breathe you take, every bite you make…. I’ll be watching you!” (I paraphrase and misquote completely).

Still shocked.

The weather has disintegrated again. We are now in the middle of a five day gale. No one is particularly thrilled (I took this photo just before it all started).

Dad and son.

I haven’t put on rugs because it is actually very warm, despite the constant Force 8 gusting 10.

This morning, we brought the Old Men and Ladies in. I don’t like seeing their hay blowing everywhere so we gave them the morning off.  No one complained.  Haakon was happy to eat his breakfast on his own while we were busy filling haynets for everyone.

This time of year the sheep always get two haynets hung in their shed.

They love them and I often find Harrel-the-Barrel just snacking by himself.  He would take himself off to bed for most of the day if he could.

Lambie likes to follow me around begging for the horse treats that he is particularly fond of at the moment.

But while the weather is vile, we have had some spectacular sunrises and sunsets.

The typical “red sky in the morning” today and the shepherds were correct. It has been horrible.

I don’t mind the wind particularly, it is the rain that drags everyone down.

If you were missing the others from yesterday, well here they are.  I didn’t include them because they don’t suit the black and white filters very well.

Tiddles

So glorious.

He was lurking around in the background while I was taking the photos.

And, at the front end, Albie was busy being harrassed by Storm.

I sometimes think they never stop.

There is always one little naughty boy annoying another one who would’ve annoyed him if he had thought of it in the first place!

Always someone somewhere.

But no one is stupid enough to annoy Fivla.

Anyway, they are nice snappity snaps in colour.  They give a general feeling of the day.

A blowy day again but dry so I took my big camera out with me to see the Minions.

Waffle

Silver not looking like Silver at all

Albie or Albert-Potatoes (no idea why but he is)

The magnificent Vitamin – she is such a gorgeous old mare with presence.

And the equally magnficent, but in a different way, dearest little Fivla.

Newt – ’nuff said.  I have no idea what he was thinking but my, he looks pathetic.  Maybe that’s his “urchin – adopt-me” face.

So a few snappity snaps from today.