I had the most stonking migraine last night/this morning so I am just getting over that. Today I have spent the day wandering around feeling like I was kicked in the head.

This afternoon, to clear my head, I took BeAnne for a stroll around the fields.

The wild primroses are just about finishing now.  They’ve done very well this Spring.

I think it is because the sheep can’t get them – the bank is too steep.

And now it is the turn of the marsh marigolds to take over.

And I saw my first orchid in the field. That cheered me up and I instantly felt better.

Here is your daily gratuitous Wee-Lamb film and/or photo!

She is very nosey and she’s already nine days old!  She has changed everyone’s lives.

Never ever try to take selfies with any Shetland ponies, ever. I learned this today

(Albie and Newt helping)

Albie doing his bit.

Kisses, obviously.

I am in there….

Somewhere!

No, really I am! Helloooo!

And little Newt.   It was lovely being loved.  Best bit of the day.

Meanwhile in Wee-Lamb World someone has discovered how to jump on their Mum!  Edna is very long suffering.

Apparently I have some horses.

Despite being besotted with our new addition, every day Floss and I do actually go and see and even spend time with the horses and ponies.

Yes we do!

Brá and Hetja remain good friends.  I wish I could let Sóley and Lilja rejoin them but I noticed Sóley looking for her milk from Lilja, who was very patient and nice about it.  Someone still doesn’t realise the milk bar is CLOSED! I would like to reunite them all soon but don’t want Hetja’s milk to start up again, which is a distinct possibility.

Brá’s skin is slowly clearing up.  After these photos I put some anti-lice stuff on them both as it is that time of year.

Winter coats are falling out in handfuls now but we have sleet/snow and a minus 4 degrees Celsius forecast on Sunday so I am not doing any brushing. Everyone should hang on to their coats if they can. They will need them.

Back in Wee-Lamb World (the current favourite name is still Lambelina), she is bouncing and going boing all over the place.

BeAnne is now accepted by Edna and it was Wee-Lamb who bounced up to say hello.   That is Her Maj’s very worried (not grumpy) face as she was waiting for Edna to pile in, but nothing happened – she just watched her baby make friends with a dog.  I told BeAnne she was my best little girl and she breathed a huge sigh of relief afterwards.

So all well really.

The family broke their collective backs this afternoon clearing up miles of plastic black bale wrap out of on of the fields.  It nearly killed us as there was just so much of it – accumulating over the years (not by us, I hasten to add) and was half buried but we did it.  A horrid task.  They were all super heroes for helping me.

My Painpod is now on full volume and I am swallowing extra TurmOil (turmeric capsules) as I type.  “I ache therefore I am” to misquote René Descartes.

Anywho, if I could, I would nominate my entire family as super heroes for this heroic effort.

As our reward, we allowed ourselves the rest of the afternoon with Little-Herself, aka Lambelina, Arietty, Little-One, Willa, Wee-Lamb, Precious……… (help! we need a name)….. Blossom, Petal, Boing!

She is very much the independent little lady now, happily leaving Mum to run up to anyone she can see.

Her whiskers are pure enchantment.

And the whispy wool on her neck is perfection.

This was her idea of heaven.

Of course we are all her slaves and put on this earth for one job only – to stroke her.

Meanwhile, the “Ugly Sisters” came to have a look to see what all the fuss was about!

We spend lots of time with them all.  No one is left out.

But that little face is to just die for.

I think she already knows this!

Anyway, back to complaining about my poor back.  Please do go and nominate your super-hero on The Golden Paste Company Facebook Page – always worth a punt in my book.

Efstur had his hooves trimmed last week and then a few days’ off from his training (I hate the word “breaking”).

He is always first up, offering to do something and today was his lucky day.

Safely off the lead-rein now, with me in the centre of the school just there to keep an eye.  I like to be there. I just do.  So I am. It’s a Muzzah thing.

The bitless bridle, slightly modified (a browband upside down and some little fulmer loops Daisy stole off a full cheek bit) to keep it out of his eyes (hate that), is working well.  Efstur is very settled with it.

They now walk on their own around the track in our indoor school.

And even do a tölty-trotty (who knows) thing down the long sides.

And obviously on the other rein too. At the moment, it is not about the gaits, it is all about steering, good working brakes and listening.

Efstur goes very nicely.  He is learning.

And I love his little face when he gets told what a good boy he is.  Like “I know but thank you, anyway”.

Meanwhile, Her Maj was booted out as she spends her time determinedly working out how to be under as many horse-legs as possible. My nerves can’t stand it and, as it was a nice day, I made her wait outside.  She is possibly doitin’ (Shetland dialect for mentally confused and used often in this house!)

Wee-lamb-photo-of-the-day (prepare to turn green) – she actually came up and chatted while Edna was eating.  Oh. My. Heart.