We had an afternoon spent in town and you can see what everyone is gearing up for….
The Lerwick 2020 Up Helly Aa.
Just about every shop window was decorated accordingly.
The street was, as usual, deserted – Commercial Street on a Saturday afternoon, seriously?
No, my bad, a few more folk appeared.
And there were a few different approaches on the Up Helly Aa theme.
“Vikings” in every guise.
This shop won my vote – for a female viking warrior (at last), of which archaeological studies show existed, though it is a pity she is shown knitting (makkin’ belt, knitting needles and knitting) as it was more likely she was fighting alongside the men.
Anywho, a nice afternoon in town – and Floss and enjoyed our afternoon off. A change is as good as a rest.
Sóley-the-Foalie is going through her Feral Brat Stage. What with having to put drops in her eye when it got hurt (after a storm), she appears to have completely forgotten what hoomans are for and how nice we can be preferring to dance about on the other side of her Mum or run away. It was boring.
So I put Flossie on the job of getting little Miss S to talk to her. They used to be such good friends.
Floss fills her pockets up with little carrot batons (lovingly chopped) and off she goes chanting the mantra “if you talk to me, I will feed you carrots”.
A few days later and Floss now has Sóley’s attention.
She is working her magic. Well done Floss!
And then next week I think we will be back with “say hello to Mr Headcollar” because I really can’t be doing with this. Sóley was doing so well before the eye thing.
Luckily both her mother and her sister are huge fans of carrots, headcollars and all things hooman.
She is a big girl too. Nearly as big as her sister.
And like sisters, they argue quite a lot. They are both very determined.
It was a stay-at-home day (tis the weather and the time of year).
Today, however, I was fed-up of being Meals-on-Wheels.
(a quick recap so you can feel my pain)
That would be:-
Haakon (maintain weight plus anti-stiffness potion)
Iacs (token gesture of food)
Klaengur (same as Iacs – doesn’t need anything but would complain)
Taktur (maintaining stallion weight – never looked so good)
Efstur (maintain precious weight – looking very nice)
Dreki (a little for development)
Kappi (deserves nothing but gets a smidgen even though he looks like a Suffolk Punch)
Hetja (now on extra as losing weight quickly due to winter vileness while nursing her foal)
Lilja (same as Dreki)
Sóley-the-foalie (foalie minerals/vitamins and development)
Brá (hair-loss and bites)
All have different dietary needs, all carefully considered and thought out. It is never-ending.
And ….. The Minions get a piece of carrot and a hug! I love them most because they are nice and easy.
So, I went for a walk.
I have missed my usual amble along the road with my woolly and furry friends.
It was very nice, if blowy and almost dry.
But we didn’t care. Sheeple and doglet (+ I) went along very happily.
BeAnne, who is now eating TurmerEase, did not once take a bad step, which she has recently been inclined to do.
She was positively enthusiastic at the thought of going too.
I had some work to do in my shed and Lambie offered to come in too.
He sat at my feet while I worked. BeAnne was (on far right) in her bed.
It was a lovely walk. Afterwards Lambie and I had Quiet Time together. A special Muzzah Lambie moment.
Today was a rare winter day – the wind didn’t blow and everyone made the most of it.
We fed the horses outside happy in the knowledge that buckets would not be blown over and go flying…..
…. and piles of hay would stay intact and eaten rather than be wasted by flying everywhere (that annoys me beyond words).
Anywho, while Floss was lugging the hay about and making nice little piles for the horses to eat after their hard feed, I stayed and made sure everyone stayed with their bucket – no wandering around looking to see if anyone has anything better.
That means you, Bibble.
Some suffer hugely from “restaurant envy”. It is not encouraged.
It was a lovely sunrise and yes, there is another gale on its way and perhaps the threat of snow next *** sigh ***. This I could do without.
Still, it was pretty while it lasted and Floss and I got a lot done today. Farrier visit.
By the way, anyone want to have a shot at this diary entry?
Aunt Kate is on the Isle of Skye and learning Scottish Gaellic words or phrases. “I caught a sea-trout! ???Prurta rod??”!
Let me know what Prurta rod is, please. Many thanks. x
Haakon = stiff in his old age (26yo) Brá = calms her and her skin Lambie = arthritis ‘Bert = prone to limping ‘Ster = ditto to the limping
Me = TurmOil (hooman version – for ye olde stiffe joints!)
Yes, we are very much part of #TeamTurmeric for The Golden Paste Company and Lambie is an excellent Brand Ambassador, but I only enthuse about things I truly believe in for myself and/or my animals and these products help us all hugely and certainly changed our lives.
So, in December, I didn’t bother opening the regular posted cardboard box from The Golden Paste Company because I already had a tub of TurmerAid to finish up. This time of year, I live by the motto “one and a spare”.
Imagine my surprise when I opened the box to find, as well as the ordered carton, a Christmas stocking for BeAnne!
No one ever send us presents. Well, not companies.
Many years ago, I tried BeAnne on turmeric but she was less than enthusiastic so I didn’t persevere and, at the time, she was bouncy enough.
But my darling little girl is an old lady now (13 years old) and has definitely slowed up.
At lunchtime, I tried her out on a few pieces of TurmerEase.
There was much enthusiasm. Monster liked the idea but left his pieces. Her Maj quickly snaffled them up.
I also opened the Cobbydog Fish Supper for them to sample and they both loved that.
I will keep this for later.
And the Christmas Tree? Well, BeAnne spent her day wandering about with it in her mouth gently squeaking to herself.
The stocking was a huge success and thank you very much to The Golden Paste Company for thinking of the other members of my family.
I have ordered more TurmerEase. She needs it.
Oh yes, and ‘scuse my kitchen floor – it needs a re-paint.
