The purple flowers (Devil’s Bit Scabious) are particularly gorgeous this year.  There seem to be more, or maybe I’ve forgotten just how many we always have.

And then there are the odd white ones.

Dotted around here and there – an individual little plant. I wonder if we will see more next year as they seed themselves.

Little Newt was on fine form.  You have to love a face like that.

You have to. It is probably The Law.

Silver was in his calm place.

Waffle and Vitamin both looked good in the long grass.

Vitamin is maintaining her weight this summer so, for the time being, we have stopped feeding her.

And Waffle is a fattie!

Dear little Tiddles was looking pretty.

He is enjoying this field and, like the others, stuffing his face all the time.

Storm, well, just Storm really. He was in a friendly mood until we wanted to put sunscreen on his nosey and then he ran off, giggling unhelpfully.

Fivla was by herself. She was in a foul mood as there were flies around.

She seemed to attract them, or at least mind, more than anyone else.

One day the sun might shine. That would be nice for everyone.

Well, we’ve still got eleven little squeakers and Mummy-Duck is doing a fabulous job.  They huddle under her outspread wings and she hisses at me every time I come into her shed to give them fresh water or food.  I think they are eating the chick-crumb as the tray looks like someone is dancing in it.  I change their water twice a day too as it is dirty so there is probably dancing in that too.

Daisy and I went to check the Minions on our way to work (packing veg for Transition Turriefield) and I saw something I have never seen before – a white Devil’s Bit Scabious flower in their field.

We have tons of purple ones, they are everywhere, but never white and there is more than one plant about, from what I could quickly see.  I will have a closer look tomorrow when I have more time.

We did briefly wonder if the white colour was from all the Sudocream we spread on Storm and Tiddles’ noses.

But we agreed it probably wasn’t as they are too busy wiping it on each other instead!

Interesting, though. I shall investigate further tomorrow when I drive over to do their daily check….

… and hug (Newt is now growing his winter coat and resembles a small baby hippopotamus!

More white flowers tomorrow, I think.

For a while we’ve been missing a duck. It’s hard to know which one as they all look rather samey.  Obviously we recognise Mr Duck, Mrs All-Black Duck and then there are “four others”…..

This morning, while I was on the phone to my mother (the daily call), Daisy shouted “we have twelve ducklings, got to go to work, bye!”

So I swiftly terminated my call with a swear word (Mum understood), and Floss and I went outside to see the new arrivals.

And, boy, are ducklings difficult to count – eleven in total. Daisy had made a random, if nearly accurate, guess.

So, what to do with Mum and eleven ducklings…..

Well, they couldn’t stay outside. That was very obvious. They would be picked off one at a time by the birds.

And then there was Monster, also now circling with intention.

We had words and I lugged him back to the house, closing the catflap.

Floss discovered a new skill – duck wrangling. I caught Mother Duck fairly easily with the lure of food, and then between us we had to catch and move all the ducklings.  They were not helpful and rather like very cute duck shaped soap!

We’ve given them Lambie’s first shed (the one with wifi, radio, etc) and we made it hopefully duckling stupidity-death-wish proof too.  And now I finally get to use my new bag of chick-crumbs that has sat in our porch unopened since last year!

Mr Duck has also been told of his parental responsibilities.

So that’s them safe for the time-being.  Mother Duck is a very good parent. All the little ones sit under her spread wings keeping warm.  However, I am not optimistic. In the past duck-raising has not been our strength but we will see how we go.

I messaged our equine physio, Uwe Abendroth, last night and showed him two films of Klængur taken yesterday with Stephen Gardiner, our farrier.  He agreed with Stephen that there was something wrong and suggested hot water bottles on Klængur’s back until he gets to us later next month.

So here we are today beginning this course of treatment.

After a while, I took off the covers…..

And doubled up the towel.

Then I rearranged them a bit.

Klængur was very good about all of my faffing about.  I gave him a haynet which he occasionally nibbled at but mostly he just wanted to talk to me.

We had a lovely time together, chatting.

I even groomed him.

And we took a selfie together!

So that’s us – 30 minutes every day and let’s hope it helps. I have also dug out the arnica cream and some pillules and will apply/shovel down appropriately.  His daily TurmerAid will help as well.

Poor old boy.  If Lilja comes back into season, Klængur will be moving bedrooms (ie another field).

Today Stephen, our farrier, visited us.

I call this photo “Waiting for the Farrier”….. Harry kept us entertained so it was no hardship.  He is such a wee fat sossage!

First up was Efstur – a full set on for him.  He insisted on standing like a tripod which was funny to watch.  He is learning how to do this.

Then Dreki, who was very sweet.

Daddy showed them how it was done – ever the professional.

Those that were shod, were all hot shod. No one minded.

Then Kappi who just, as usual, got on with it.

Then it was Sóley and Lilja’s turn – the girlie double act.

Lilja enjoyed having her “nails” done!

And Klaengur? – he had his shoes taken off, and a trim. He is now on full sick leave. He’s done something to his back and has not been right the last two times I rode him. The physiotherapist  is coming up at the end of August and hopefully this will help him or at least give us some kind of way forward.  I am very sad but maybe it can be fixed.  I think possibly having sex with Lilja every ten minutes may have contributed to this situation.