The girls and I spent our morning putting up an electric fence as my neighbour, despite my protests, replaced my wire fence with a wooden one that he wanted to surround his garden.  I told him that the Minions have chippie-chipmunk tendancies and I could not guarantee they would stay away from his beautiful wooden fence.

So we had to build an electric fence to protect this work of perfection.

While we worked, we were watched.  We were accompanied by the sound of wire fence twanging – thank you Storm and Tiddles.

Once built and said to be working (Daisy’s exact words were “I am now 99% sure this fence is electric!), we led the Minions and ladies, two at a time, over the road to their new field.

They will only be in this field for a few weeks, ie when it is eaten down.

It is not the biggest field so won’t take long and the grass is not particularly good but it will do for a while.

Everyone was immediately “head down and eat”.  All I could hear was the peaceful sound of munching….

….or rather stuffing!

I had words with each pony and asked politely that they avoid their neighbour’s new and perfect fence.

My neighbour has this delusion that if he brings carrots, they won’t eat his fence.  (insert hollow laugh)

Fivla, who is obviously perfect, would never eat a fence.

She is not that kind of pony.

Tiddles is.

And yes, he did try the fence and though it didn’t quite zap him (clever boy counts the pulses), he does definitely know it is on.

I am not holding my breath, to be perfectly honest.  There just aren’t enough carrots in the world.

I was out late last night (a friend’s leaving do), therefore a lie-in this morning to recover, plus visitors this afternoon, and I didn’t get out to check Brá and then the Minions until the late afternoon.

Still, Shetland was still very beautiful.  It always is and this time of year is the start of great skies and beautiful sunsets.

Brá is en route to the Minions, so I clambered over her fence and went up to say hello.

Ronas Hill is in the background of her field – this is highest summit in Shetland (apparently a Marilyn but not a Monroe at 450 m/1,480 ft).

My old mare was on good form. She had been relaxing in the evening sun and happily accepted my proferred carrot.

I didn’t tell her friends that I had brought carrots so she had the lot.

Our relationship is very much work-in-progress but every so often I see a change, a different light in Brá’s eye and I know know she is happy where she is currently living.  That means a lot.

And my last stop was the Minions.  I had carrots (obviously) and went amongst the little ones fairly distributing rather than just throwing randomly and hoping for the best.

An autumnal evening in Shetland is very special.

We were talking about this out on our ride today.  I think Autumn is my favourite season.

For me, it’s the colours and the light. Also if you have a chestnut Icelandic horse, he looks good in photos.

And the same goes for a dun one too.

Today I rode Klængur and then Daisy asked if I would accompany her and Kappi on Iacs.

We had a superb time, even narrowly missing a huge tractor and trailer that rattled past as we walked down our track to the “main” road (as in one car an hour) – I think the Gods were looking out for us today which was kind.  Klængur was not sure about that tractor/trailer combo but did his best not to walk in the ditch.  It was tense while we went past but we’re both still here so I consider that a success!

Freshly made homemade bread for lunch and then onwards driving around looking at all the horses and ponies now all in different fields far and wide.

I don’t actually think Lilja, Hetja and Sóley have actually moved since we put them in their field at Leradale.  I guess they don’t need to.

Despite not being at home, we will still go on working with Sóley and her headcollar skills.  At the moment it is a two man job and I didn’t have the necessary people with me but we said hello to each other anyway.

Lilja looked very happy in her surroundings.

I do like this picture except it is a very odd angle for Sóley and she looks like a sturdy wee chublet!

So that was my day.  How was your’s?

Little Sóley the Foalie has been loading nicely into the van so today we put the ramp up and drove her and her mother, Hetja, over to their winter field a couple of miles away at Leradale.

Sóley was perfect.  She happily followed along and was curious to investigate her new home.

As there is only room for two horses max in the van, we left Lilja at home in the stable with two new friends, Iacs and Haakon, who I trusted to keep her entertained and safe.

When it was Lilja’s turn to travel, Iacs came along “for the ride” so to speak as companion in the van. I hate travelling horses by themselves.   They were very happy travel buddies considering they had met only 30 minutes earlier.

So that’s the girls all moved and ready for the winter.  They will be checked daily and hopefully can’t get into any trouble (please don’t Lilja – I am watching you!)  The Minions will join them in the next field probably in January.

Iacs enjoyed his brief sojourn, looked at the view and then loaded back up again to go home by himself.  He is a seasoned traveller so he kept himself entertained with Hetja’s haynet.  He also wanted to get back to his bestfriend, Haakon.  He knows that wimmin are only trouble.

Haakon and everyone else were then moved into the big hill field. It is where they will stay for a while.

This will give our more sheltered fields a chance to benefit from the “Autumn flush” which will be useful later as our grass starts to decline while the temperature drops.

Well, that’s the theory anyway.  You know me. Nothing is written in stone.  It was nice to see Leradale again.  One of my favourite crofts.

I finally did it. I sewed and if you know me, you will know I do not sew. I could not delegate (read fob off) the job of sewing a metre of 3″ curtain heading tape onto the back of my beautiful new unicorn rug and so was resigned to do it myself.

After a duff start and some frantic unpicking, I sewed diligently away vocalising various swear words as I went.  I also had a brief moment when I thought I had put the tape on the wrong end and my unicorn would be upside down. I checked it more than once.

Next I sent an elder daughter Daisy up the chimney (ok, she stood on the swivel chair while I promised to hold it still) and, having previously attached the curtain hooks to the tape, we hung/hanged my gorgeous unicorn rug.

A huge thank you again to Shetland Handweavers for this very special piece of weaving.

After the rug hanging, I went into my shed to recover.  Due to inclement weather, Lambie headbutted the door, came in, dithered about a bit, got shouted at so sat down and made himself comfortable. I didn’t shut the door, though I was cold.  I didn’t want to disturb the large woolly lump.

Lambie had a small snooze and then realised the others (ie ‘Bert and ‘Ster) were wanting to come in too.  I saw a side of Lambie not often seen.

He got all cross and started defending “his territory”, ie my shed.  So ‘Ster headbutted the door frame for a while and ‘Bert didn’t bother asking again.  Lambie was not going to move or let anyone in.  A leg in each corner and he wasn’t budging.

You can tell he’s cross – he is all tense and stern.