At the moment, OH is working off-island for a few days.

This means that a certain someone has been suffering greatly.

However, it does free up some time for the important things.

Like relaxing

and recharging

and searching the property for OH.

(“Papa, can you hear me?”).

He’s even started to channel OH’s hobbies in the hope that it will bring him back sooner, such as embracing a rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle…

and watching/being the TV.

Until OH’s eventual return, he waits. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Let’s hope it’s reciprocated…because who would love this?

Sometimes, if it is dry and I have time, I will put my old coat down on the ground and sit on it to talk to any Minions who want a chat or a hug.

Some want to talk and others – today it was Newt, Albie and Storm – want to just “minion”, ie investigate, be hugged, noseys kissed and eat me or my coat.

I am considered fair game and as long as there are no real teefs (ie, not even a feel), then I love spending time with them.

They are (mostly) good boys and never step on my feet or legs – just politely walking around me.

Obviously gently investigated first.

Actually, I do trust them.  When there has been a sudden something, they have jumped away or over rather than onto me.

While Albie just wanted hugging, Newt helpfully stood on my coat. I was going nowhere.

I spent a peaceful 20 minutes being gently nuzzled and lightly groomed.  I could’ve stayed there all day.

A foggy day today, while the rest of Britain appears to be basking in an Indian Summer.

Ho hum, I don’t like the heat much anyway but to see the sun would be nice.

Today everyone, except for Waffle and Tiddles, were mooching around waiting for me.

And then I watched the boys being silly, which made me smile.  I can’t decide who is the worst – Storm for being an idiot (with a very nice trot), Albie for always annoying someone (today it was Fivla’s turn), Silver for not helping anyone or Newt who reverses into his so-called friends so he can give them both barrels.

Funny, silly billies. I do ❤️ them.

Daisy and Iacs (aka Mr Bibble) go way back. They have been BFF’s since I gave him to Daisy when she was around 11.  No one can actually remember when but she has loved him forever.  Iacs was and is her first “pony” that she has never outgrown.

The Walls Show 2005 (Daisy was 12 in this photo)

When I came back from “minioning” (yes, it is a verb now), Daisy had brought Haakon and Iacs over from their field across the hill. It was a nice surprise.  Haakon had his exercises to do, so Daisy tacked up Iacs and had a lovely ride at the same time.

She just rode him in a headcollar as these days he likes that.

Daisy let Iacs do what he wanted and together they flew around the school – though, he would veer inwards every time I got a carrot out for Haakon as a reward.  That horse has the hearing of a bat!

And here is the same smile over the years from riding Iacs. It never changes. ❤️

Daisy and Iacs have a lovely relationship. They always have got on well together.

Possibly very similar in character!

Sadly the silly frilly is diminishing.

(it happens to the best, you know).

I think, if memory serves me, we have had Iacs in our family for possibly 22 years now.  That seems a very long time and sort of like yesterday at the same time.

It was so nice to see them together like that.  Briefly the clock went backwards.

This afternoon, I snuck up on Lambie who was fast a bye-byes in the autumnal sunshine.

He grumbled about my presence and then went quickly back to sleep. I didn’t stay to bother him.  He knows where I am if he needs me.

Everyone was having a lie-down, chewing their cud or sleeping.

All except Maggie and Harry.  I am the Queen of the Biscuits in their eyes so I must be followed at all times.

Dear Maggie is looking wonderful now.  A far cry from the sheep who wanted to live with us this winter.

She was a bit feral this summer but seems to have calmed down again. It was after I went away south. Upon my return, she had no idea who I was so avoided me at all costs.

Luckily the power of the ginger biscuit has brought her back into my fold.

And then there is Harry (or Harrel the Barrel as he is still known).  Annoying at all times.  Silly boy.

He is nearly as big as his mother. At least the same width-ways.

Edna is enjoying her sunset years.

And Madge is looking very well (*** cough *** fat!)

‘Ster was flat out.

He raised his head when he heard my camera.

And lastly ‘Bert was nibbling the dried dockens.

So all sheep looking and doing well. The spring aggro has gone. They all like each other and there are no more battles.