Yesterday I came across these three reprobates all loafing about.

As you can see, Lambie’s best friends were the chickens.

He is not a huge fan of them, to be perfectly honest, preferring to use them as stepping stones to get to the feed shed while avoiding the mud.  They squawk indignantly and they all look something from the Muppets!

https://youtu.be/5rCoseZkII0

Anywho, the hens love Lambie (but not his awful stained head with antibiotic spray from this year’s horn loss).

Today they had their revenge for being stepped on by pecking his wool to get the hen food out – I guess he is sometimes in the wrong place when OH throw the hen’s breakfast about in the morning.  He was not happy about being pecked.

This is what a cross sheep looks like.

And this is ‘Bert being ever so ‘andsome.  I love it when he sits on his legs. Very compact.

‘Ster turned around to give me one of his lovely smiles.

(such a gorgeous smile, too).

And they all ignored Lambie and left him to his chicken rage.  He has only himself to blame.  He does tread on them unmercilessly. It’s like he doesn’t see them on his way to the shed.

A BeAnne update:

Her Maj is doing ok but obviously not 100% yet.

She is happy, she eats if we all dance the dance but the slight whiff of her bad breath has returned.

So, as others were also noticing and thus confirmed it wasn’t just me being obssessed, I phoned the vet and we decided that BeAnne would go back onto antibiotics again.  Another ten day course to try and nuke the bacteria that are trickling into her liver and causing her liver enzymes to be high, yada, yada.

Of course BeAnne is not keen on pills and any disguise is useless so, as I am still sort of syringing her liver support supplement and hepatic diet into her twice a day, I will add them into that regimen.  She doesn’t get to refuse and she actually doesn’t mind, mostly eating it on her own with the threat of the syringe ready if she stops.  That’s why it is “sort of”.  It all is a dance with added mind games, which do my head in.

Having said that, we are still going for a long walk every day, although grudgingly which I think is the weather being fairly harsh recently. Based on all this, you would think BeAnne has had enough but she is playing.  Really playing like she did when she was a puppy.   She hasn’t played for ages and it is good to see her play.  When she plays, I know life is a game to her and she is still enjoying it – plus us all running around after her.

We remain her slaves.

Daisy took a photo this morning of the ducks – we now know where they prefer to bathe and, best of all, there’s a queue!  So much for the bath we lovingly made for them which Floss even cleaned and refilled.  That’s not happening again.  The water bucket left out for the sheep is the preferred pond.  And we were wondering why it was always muddy.

So this led to the conversation of “does anyone else have any strange photos”?  Well, the flood gates opened and you can guess who features most.

There is certainly a front paw thing going on too.

Diving?

Strange doesn’t really describe how odd this cat truly is.

Apparently when Daisy is practising her flute he stands in front and prods her until she stops.

Leaving Monster behind, Daisy also had a lovely photo of her two ginger ninjas taken on a rare day of sunshine.  Apparently there was one, once.

And I managed to catch the herd in Leradale. The only time when Lilja and Sóley are the same height as the Minions!

I love other folk’s family photos – well, photos of my weird and whacky lot anyway.

Efstur learns new things most days with Daisy and today was no exception.  This time we brought in Uncle Iacs as his companion and role model.

We were going for a walk with a bridle on.  Iacs modelled his and Daisy put on Efstur’s.  He was going to see how it was worn by an old pro.

So we set off, duly attired in our high-viz.

There was lots of practising halting with reassurance and praise for being such a clever boy.

For some strange reason Iacs dragged me off to visit the site where we leave the bin bags so when I turned round to drag him back in the right direction, I saw Efstur and Daisy standing very nicely together.  They looked like a road instruction advert.

Off up the road and Efstur confidently took the lead.

It is a single track road which, in this photograph, looks very narrow.  Most odd.

Encouragement, enthusiasm and rewards at all times.

When we reached our destination, we stopped for a family photo.

And then back home.

So that was today’s training with a lovely walk included.

Everyone was waiting at the gate to greet us.  Lilja and Sóley were lying down with MInions all around them.  It was lovely – suddenly they were all the same height. Sadly the Icelandic girls immediately stood up so I couldn’t get a photo. Even so, seeing them like that made us smile.

(Sóley has a good grin)

Albert (Potato) asking for his nose kissey.

Silver was rocking some whacky hair.  It was a bit windy.  A cold north one.

Vitamin just wanted her carrot – can you feel her stare?

A family photo – I think we can safely say “one of us, one of us”.

More wild hair from an über cute Newt.

Storm was trying to look serious.  Only trying, though.

It didn’t last very long!

Everyone was a bit, well, derpy (is that the right word?) really. while I walked around trying to take some serious arty-farty photos.

I had no help.

I think I only vaguely succeeded with Vitamin.  The rest are, well……. maybe I will go back to colour photography again.