Moonpie (yes, I know we should be thinking about proper posh names, but she is still Moonpie and if you say “nummy, nummy”, she comes over!) is looking very nice.

We are still struggling over the name.  I think something like Trouble or Intrepid in Icelandic would be a good as she managed to somehow get into the next door field leaving Hetja running up and down hysterical with worry.

It was a three-woman job – Floss looking after Lilja, me catching Hetja to lead her along the fence, over a stream and up a hill to the gate while Daisy pushed Moonpie along to follow.  When we reached the stream, Moonpie threw herself in and struggled up the bank on the otherside. They were all successfully reunited and Hetja took Moonpie away. Funnily they haven’t been near that fence again!

This will be Moonpie’s Thordale Stud website photo when we find a good name.

Hetja adores her new little girl – she is the best Mum.

Today Floss said she hadn’t really had a chance to talk to Moonpie because Lilja gets so jealous.

So I stayed with Lilja while Floss introduced herself.

It didn’t take long.

And there is nothing better than the first kiss.

Best kiss ever in my book.

And then, being a Thordale horse, Moonpie went straight for the hat.  Everyone is always obssessed with the hat.

I love these photos.

We swapped over so I could take some more photos.

Lilja needs lots of reassurance that we all still love her very much.  Jealousy is a green animal and someone is very Kermit-coloured these days.

Little Moonpie is desperate to meet her sister.

Although Hetja will have none of it, she minds less.

I reckon it won’t be long before the two sisters meet up and then look out world!

There is a lot of hot racking (hot bedding/hot bunking) in our house.  Obviously Monster sleeps wherever he decides (he is like a 1930’s film star).

BeAnne obviously has her own bed in my shed but feeling bad for Lambie, I brought in a big comfy bed, which she quickly snaffled.  BeAnne particularly likes other people’s beds.

Lambie was quite sad about this but as he had kicked it around the room first, he couldn’t really blame Her Maj when she said she wanted it.

Lambie understands the rules – snooze and you lose or, in this case, snooze and you win!

He did get the bed later on and I felt it was a success and a good decision.

And this is Lambie’s outside bed/favourite spot.  In the dockens.

I laughed when I saw just his head peaking out.

After the Battle of the Beds , I decided to take Haakon for a walk shouting behind me as I went “anyone could come too” so the Boyzens accompanied us and BeAnne came half way, turned around and went home.

I heard her muttering something about standards and not being seen dead!

Although it seem to be winter again, it was a nice, if breezy walk. I think Haakon enjoyed it too.  Always nice to go out.

The sheep were giggling together at the back having been diverted by some ewes with their lambs.  They ran after us trying to keep up.

So now we’re home and as I type, Lambie has decided he now hates his new bed.  I give up.  There’s no pleasing some sheep!

The daily Shetland pony check up is always enjoyable.  Today I took my big camera for a few snaps.

Vitamin and Waffle – you can see how small Waffle is in comparison to Vitamin.  He should be as tall.  Both his parents are “up-to-height”.  Waffle’s aims for “up-to-width” to make up for his lack of height.  This he can do.

And he takes the job very seriously and thinks about it how best to achieve this.

Meanwhile, do not ever come between Vitamin and her carrot/apple.  I possibly look like this when there is a bottle of gin nearby so I do understand.

Fivla remains ever the fairytale Princess pony (but with a yellow tail).

She has taken Albie under her wing now.  She can’t help herself.  He wants a mother and she has always been the maternal type.  Fivla is pretty wonderful like that but she has to remind Albie often that she does not play, never will play and he can give that thought up now.  Albie is not the brightest star in our firmament.  However he remains optimistic.

Storm is all for games.  They are his raison d’être.

Silver might not be in a silly mood, but that is not going to deter Storm.  He was feeling wicked!

Oh no.  He can annoy like pro.

Meanwhile, Newt the utterly Cute just eats.

And eats…..

And eats….. (awww, still the hairy yak look)

And…… ooh, is that a nice bit?

Yup, he eats and ignores the world around him.

Actually they are all stuffing their faces.

I had a lovely time sitting on the bank, being occasionally chatted with by anyone passing.

Best view ever – I have lots of those but this is always a good one.

x ❤️ x Happy fatty little Shetland ponios who I love x ❤️ x

I don’t think I can actually take too many photos of Moonpie at the moment.

She is my very definition of enchantment.

She has a very knowing look about her.

She studies everyone and everything very carefully.

We are always being watched.

And the her little floofy beard.

It is just the most beautiful floofy beard in the whole known world.

There is no denying it.  Big sister, Lilja, is a tad jealous but she is also desperate to talk to Moonpie.  To meet her sister.

Hetja is having absolutely none of it.

And then Lilja forgets The Rule (that would be “None shall even look at Miss Moonpie.  Not now, not never”) and we all duck!  Hetja means serious business.  You believe that face.

Of course Moonpie is totally oblivious (she pretends) and takes no notice ruling Hetja beautifully.

She is into cantering around the field at the moment and poor Hetja has to go too.

Hetja won’t let Moonpie out of her sight.

This the face of a mother who has been dragged everywhere by her small daughter.

Brá looks on but like Lilja is not allowed to talk to the precious.

This afternoon’s photo is a huge advancement, however.  For one, Moonpie has managed to cross the stream.  Her flat refusal despite Hetja’s urgings yesterday resulted in everyone staying one side of the field.  It was amusing watching Hetja give in and walk back over the stream while Moonpie cantered off triumphantly.  Seeing them all together now and fairly close is also very interesting.  I hope Hetja lets her precious talk to the others soon, if only to get some rest.  She is far less foal-proud than previous years and those potential baby-sitters could come in useful.

I am exhausted. I rode two horses today – Klængur and Iacs.  My back aches. I am cooking a Sunday supper (roast lamb, say nothing) while I type this.

This time of year, the sun shines all day only to vanish briefly in the night.  This was taken at 22:30. Still daylight. You could easily read a book, drive a car or go for a ride!

So here are some photos from today of around and about my croft in a hope that the beauty of Shetland’s wild flowers will somewhat make up for my lack of enthusiasm and writing. The wild flowers are just beginning to appear everywhere now in their full glory.

It is a stunning time of year in Shetland especially when the sun shines.  That blue sky is perfect.

(A wild patch in our garden – the colours are wonderful)

So that’s me and I am sorry for not writing much but horses came first today and they were the kind of rides that I couldn’t get my camera out as I was either busy staying onboard an enthusiastic tölt or trying to accompany while keeping the situation calm.  Both important jobs.