We have been living in a storm for what seems like forever.  All our chores, are exactly that – chores or as we call it “bloody hard work”.  Yesterday, in full survival gear, I struggled over to the Minions’ field, quickly counted and checked horses and ponies, threw a bag of carrots at them and was blown home. I felt very sorry for them. I thought they would have more shelter but the wind and rain were brutal.

Today, after lunch, there was a lull for a couple of hours, though it is revving up again tonight (up to Force 11 – I only work with the Beaufort Scale).

Knowing this, Daisy and I had postponed as much of our morning work as possible.  While she built an electric fence in a new-to-be-grazed field, I went and had a chat and check of the Minions.  They will be moving tomorrow.

I have lined up the troops and we will put them in a field full of green grass that has barely been touched all year.

I hope they are all co-operative (and grateful).

I am counting on my little guys.

Once the electric fence had been beautifully constructed by Daisy, we went home and finished up by feeding the Old Men their “morning” TurmerAid, just as the sun was going down!

So that’s tomorrow’s plan.

We drove past this terrifying sight on Thursday night on our way home from vegetabling.

This is the Watsness Witch, a genious creation by our neighbours as their entry for the Community Scarecrow Competition – for more entries see the Facebook page – it is truly inspirational.

I saw this carefully laid at the base.

They light her up at night and with that I go and hide under my bed!

Photo by Kaila Tarrant

Still, its an ingenious idea but terrifying so I made a sheep to calm myself down.  The brown one on the left.

A few more photos (ok, lots) from the other day when I was busy taking 245 photos (yup, I counted) of Lambie and friends.

And, it’s not all about Lambie.  Not really.  There are others.

Bert being mysterious

He suits Autumnal colours.

‘Ster’s Greta (Garbo)

Dearest darlingest Edna

An Abba moment with Missy and ‘Bert

And another – I call this “Knowing me, Knowing you”.

Abba, you say?!

Oooh, ‘Ster!

One Content Sheep – Madge

One Fast Asleep Sheep – ‘Ster

I hope you liked the photos.

The Old Men have turmeric in the form of TurmerAid.  All for different reasons.

This is Haakon’s bowl – he is 26 years old and he needs his TurmerAid because he is stiff and achey. His is mixed with Formula 4 Feet (a hoof supplement) and, because I am incredibly nice and please don’t tell Daisy, a wee handful of mix and some chaff we are using up.

Iacs has TurmerAid, plus chaff, because last winter he had colic and we very nearly lost him. It was very scary and I never want him to go through that again. Turmeric gives support to the equine digestive system.

And lastly, this is Klængur’s bowl.  I give him TurmerAid because he can be a total arse to ride, spooking at grass (ffs).  Turmeric is known to improve mental health.  Without TurmerAid, Klængur spooks at his own shadow.   It gets boring but TurmerAid really helps.  It does. Even I can see (and feel) the difference in him. He thinks “more solidly” if that makes sense.

So, there we are. My three buckets all ready.  All for different reasons and all very necessary.

And the three recipients.

These two (Iacs and Klængur) eat together because if they swap buckets, it doesn’t matter.

Haakon eats seperately and hates being aggravated.  God help anyone.

I stood back and let them get on with it.

Klængur finished quickly and did his usual bucket trick. I have no idea why but he always does it.

Haakon insisted his head was not coming out until the last bit had been eaten.

And Iacs looked into the middle distance and remembered when buckets were bigger and fuller.

Three lots of TurmerAid for three different reasons.  All I know is that is works very well and I would not be without it.

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Is there such a thing as too many photos of Lambie?

I think not.

Please note The Winning Smile.  Be still my beating heart.

Lambie’s “Monarch of the Glen” moment.

Or, as Daisy put it, his “Pillock of the Glen”.  She knows nothing.

Lambie has obviously had a slight altercation with the red container – aka our feed shed.

I am sure it came off worse.

He can be ruthless when he is in a mood.

Possibly my favourite photo of Lambie today.

And a surprising “Elvis” impersonation or was he channelling his inner Game of Thrones?

Sadly, today was slightly marred by Lambie’s utter loathing of Missy who was following me around like a devoted slave.

This was not to be tolerated.

Lambie hates Missy and says things like “There is only one little lamb in your life, Muzzah. Never forget” before he biffs his Nemesis down the hill.

Luckily Missy seems to be fairly indestructable and enjoys laughing in the face of danger.

I was telling Lambie off while he made this face.  Bullying is not permitted. He knows that.

And then ‘Ster arrived for the photo session.

My album cover.

Poor Lambie. He was unimpressed after all, there is only one Lambie.  He keeps telling me this.

Thankfully.