Yesterday the wormer arrived in the post.

Today, I diligently wrote down on a sticky label all the horses and ponies’ weights from the list written by Monika when she weighed everyone.

Then I took all the wormers out of their individual boxes and filled my pockets with the tubes.

I stuck the weights’ label onto a flattened empty wormer box and attached it to my top coat pocket with a sturdy bulldog clip so I could quickly look down and find out the weight of each horse/pony and give the correct dose.

Clever, eh? Not pretty but functional.

I also took two headcollars. A big one (horses) and a little one (ponies) because some are less than helpful when it comes to wormer.

So with pockets stuffed, etc, I strode off to find myself some horses.

I wormed Kolka.  She spat it out. I wormed her again.  I had planned for this eventuality – there is always one – and had ordered an extra tube of wormer.

I ended up not having to use the headcollars.  I just grabbed long winter chin hairs, shoved the wormer tube into the side of their mouth and hoped for the best.  It was very sloppy stuff and Waffle also got a double dose.

Tiddles wanted more.  Of course he did.

He loves all things medicine.  I think it is from his time being nursed in the shed and having all his drugs orally in a big syringe.

The whole process was quick and painless.

And, as a reward, I sat down and had a chat with Albie.  So that’s everyone equine wormed and I wrote it down in the Farm Book so I know.

I would be lying if I said ‘Ster was 100% better but today he did say he wanted to be with his flock, who had somehow magically managed to get through many electric fences to find the green grass field.

So, waving my yellow bucket of Yummy Things (barley rings that rattle very nicely), I lured ‘Ster down to join everyone.  I hoicked up fences for him to go through or under.

I think it was a good idea. Mental health is very important for everyone, even sheep.  If Ster is unhappy, I am unhappy too.

I’m not going to say Madge is ** cough ** fat, but she is one substantial sheep.  This is not my fault.

And Lambie was on spiffing form.

As was Edna.

Possibly.

Anyway, when Lambie saw my yellow bucket of Yummy Things (by now all long gone), he got out his famous and very beguiling Winning Smile.

Of course, my heart instantly melted.

Dear, dear Lambie working the field.

I would’ve given him anything there and then.

You’ve gotta love a Lambie. Tis the law.

So, I am glad I got ‘Ster into the field of green, green grass (the inside of the track) and I hope this helps him.

And it was lovely to see all the sheep together for a change (Dahlia and Gussie don’t go into this field – they hate it).  So much politics.

Pepper is not enjoying her house arrest one little bit and I feel so sorry for her.  But it has done her leg a world of good as she is far less hoppity, and has almost forgotten to limp….. almost.

So, feeling that Pepper’s mental health was important too, I took her on a very short, barely noticeable little teensy-weensy dog walk – just down to the burn and back, to look at the wild primroses and say hello to any horses and ponies we might meet on the way.

We didn’t go far and it was very clear that Pepper was not going to be held back.  She raced off despite me saying no.

Still, I said hello to everyone in this field.

And thought to myself that the wild primroses this year were looking truly spectacular.

They grow either side of the burn on steep hills so no one really bothers to go and eat them.

It must be that, or they just don’t like the taste.  I don’t know – I’ve never tried.

(So obviously I now go and Google whether primroses are edible and apparently they are – but this is according to AI so possibly not actual science-based truth and more likely a huge lie since they also think Lambie is a cat, when he was originally called Pongo so I rest my case.)

Google Search –  “The flowers have a mild, slightly sweet flavor and can be used in salads, garnishes, or to make cordials and wine. The leaves can be eaten raw or cooked, similar to other leafy greens, and have a slightly more bitter flavor than the flowers”

Anyway, the wild primroses are everywhere and we will not be eating them for supper.

Ted – fully cured of his poorly-paw.

And Pepper who is still limping a little so I am trying hard not to give in to her desperate pleadings of more walks.

A certain flekkit sheep is ten years old today.  Awww, Lambie.

There have been times when I never thought we would see this day.

But despite Lambie’s best efforts, here we are.

And I almost was allowed to give him a birthday hug because ten years old is a special milestone birthday for any sheep.

However, I did get to kiss the top of Lambie’s head and sing happy birthday to him.

So, Happy Birthday, Lambie.

My gorgeous and handsome boy.

Who can be totally exasperating (*** sigh, oh, Lambie ***)

And don’t foget his best Winning Smile. xx

And this is how Edna and Madge arrived.

January 2020

Every day, Floss and I drive over to Sandness.  Recently we have been seeing a lone sheep talking to folk. So two days ago, on our way home, I stopped the car, and asked if anyone owned the sheep.

The older sheep was very tame.  She came straight up.  She was very obviously someone’s caddy (bottle fed).  When she put her front feet on my shoulders, stared into my eyes and said “help me”, I knew I had to do something…..

Her friend was shyer, so we put more food on the ground for both of them.  They were both very thin.

Yesterday, we fed the ewes again and I asked a few more questions. No one owned them. The first one had turned up in December and then a few weeks later the other one appeared.  Neither had tags though holes where tags had been – they had been ripped out and the sheep dumped.

I phoned around including our Grazings Clerk and told him I wanted to offer them a home.  He agreed this would be best.

So today we took the van and stopped off where the sheep were.

Floss and I were nervous about whether they would load but no, they both walked straight in, no fuss, no discussion!

A quick drive home and we welcomed them to Thordale.

They girls are very good about following so, as there was about to be torrential rain, I took them into the stable and put down more feed plus some hay.

After my lunch, I went back to the stable, sat down on a horse-rug and waited.

While the older ewe is very tame – like a kind gentle big dog – the younger one is apprehensive.

This old ewe is a sweetie.  She is lame on her front left (holds it up while standing) and limps. I think it is arthritis so I offered her the TurmerAid and she wolfed down a good quantity. That should help.

She also quickly plonked herself down.

Friend sheep (who I think is her daughter) kept her distance.  She is coughing so tomorrow I will drench them both.

The vet is coming on Monday to check them over and we will discuss how best to deal with any potential pregnancies.

They are not thrilled with hay and I want them to be eating all the time, so once the rain had done its worst, I let them out to spend tonight outside if they want.

I am glad they are home now.

As for the Boyzens?  Well, after breakfast, they went “down the pub” and when they come home tomorrow morning, we will make the introductions.  Well, that’s the plan.

I just couldn’t keep driving past. They need to be loved.