Daisy and I were out first thing this morning fully intending to “do feet”. Silver and Tiddles were on our list.

We managed one – Silver – while the rain poured down.  It was too much.  But when it goes down the back of your neck, there is a constant drip off your nose and you can’t feel your fingers….. we called it a day, went home soaked to the skin, miserable and cold.

Silver was, of course, an angel.

I saw this chap on my rounds.

And made this little cutie-patootie in the afternoon (to go with his Mum).

They look good together, I think.

So a sort of a productive, if wet, kind of a day.

To misquote Snow White ……

♬ They eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat….

…. In a field the whole day through.

♬ To eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat …..

Is what they like to do! ♬

Oh yes. A full haynet each in the morning and one after lunch.

Hurry up Spring.  We need the grass to start growing. We are all very bored of Winter.

They just never stop eating!

This is not the face (or double chin) of an Angel.

This is very probably evil.

Wicked.

Mean – definitely mean. Monster lies in wait to rugby tackle Her Maj on a regular basis.

Sadly, he is very good at his job.  He obviously practices with earth. I have no idea why, either.

And now I have irrefutable evidence that my car is not safe.  I would put money on that Monster has tampered with my brakes.  I have always said this and I now I have all the proof I need.

OH’s car remains, of course, untouched.  Well it would, wouldn’t it? He loves OH with what can only be described as rather creepy hero worship.

Her Maj would never meddle with my car – mostly because she is too *** cough *** rotund to get under it!

This is her “Who me?” face.

And Her Maj is my best girl.  I cut her claws today so she hates me now too.

Off to eat worms with Lambie.  Now he loves me (ok, tolerates)!

While Floss was doing this (fending off the ever-circling “vultures” from Fivla, who is possibly the slowest eater in this universe……

…. I was taking dreamy photos of a drop-dead gorgeous, yet a little enigmatic, Waffle.

Well, you would, wouldn’t you?

(Afterwards, I collected the leftovers that were once Flossie and took her home!)

I’ve just come in from another lovely day here in Shetland.

Yes, I was followed home – for the evening ginger biccie (‘Bert) was at the back having a chat with Daisy).  He appeared later.

This afternoon, I found Iacs hanging over the gate having been “deserted” by the others.  He was making noises to himself about the misery of loneliness so I took him by his chin-hairs and gently guided him back to his friends who had been hiding.

There was barely any wind today, which is a rare event for Shetland in itself. I made the most of it by taking photos of the crocuses before they are either blown away or crushed under foot.

And the snowdrops are now going along well.

I was not alone in the garden.

I love that coat very much.

And then rest of the afternoon was spent in my shed taking photos of two of my flutes – to be sold as I rarely get them out of their boxes – and a “Mum” sheeple.

So a good productive day. Oh yes, and I went for a lovely ride on Klængur while Daisy rode Efstur. The ginger ninjas behaved beautifully.