So, in my opinion and many other folk, we think Hetja is pregnant.

These opinions sometimes have percentages of chance attached to them.  For instance, one person thinks Hetja is 80% pregnant.  Last week, I would’ve agreed.  A few days ago, I was beginning to get my head around the fact that we would probably only see one foal this year.  But this week Hetja’s entire body shape changed.  My photos really don’t capture her pregnancy belly but really it has all dropped a bit and she is much much wider.

And now I look at these pictures I took today and think Hetja looks very unpregnant again.  Maybe it is just the camera angle.

Floss thinks Hetja is one of those women who wore their size 8 jeans all through pregnancy, possibly never knowing only to have a slight stomach ache in Tesco’s and then giving birth in the loos to a perfectly normal sized baby.

It is also difficult because Brá is most definitely pregnant at us.

There is no trying to hide her foal.  Hopefully it won’t be too long now.  Brá is beginning to change shape too. Her bottom has gone sort of saggy-pointy.

And we all know who is to blame for all of this.  Mostly because Taktur never stops shouting to the mares who do their best to ignore him.

Time will tell.

I try to keep up with modern trends.  Taking “selfies” and such. I am bang on-trend (*** shudders ***)

So I sat in the Minion field and reversed the camera on my phone for my Selfies.

Newt did his very best to help.  I love that little chap.  27″ of darling boy.

At one stage he just shoved his nose in my collar and stayed there.  There is something very special and wonderful about a warm Shetland pony nose.

We were content.

Tiddles also took his job very seriously.

Dear darling Tiddles. A very special boy. I told him.

He is the best kisser on the Westside – a well-known Shetland fact. I have always said this.

‘Scuse all my chins. I only share these photos because I know (or hope) you understand we are not all Kardashians.

I ❤️ my boys.

They bring my world immense joy.

Meanwhile, Flossie had her own problems or fan club, depending on your perspective.

Note that to fully partake of the Minion Experience you have to be covered in loose fur!

Life is good.  Very good.  Everyone else is missing out.

Yesterday was Norwegian Constitution Day.

We were invited over to Bergli Stud to celebrate this important day in Norway’s year by sitting outside in the evening sunshine with a few bottles of champagne.

It was a beautiful evening and one I will never forget.  Utter heaven.

You can see just how lovely it was.  Mares and foals everywhere.

I will let the photos do the talking.  Words don’t seem quite enough.

(the old water mill)

We could get very used to this.

This is my heaven.

I hope you enjoyed the pics as much as I enjoyed taking them.
So happy Norwegian Constitution Day – I think this should become an annual event in my calendar too. ❤️

It is very hot here.  Yes, that is a phrase you don’t often see me write but it said 19º C in the car and I believe it.

The daily Minion visit (with added minibus tour) was hilarious.  Waffle had managed to get himself into a next door field (luckily, mine) and was looking a bit sheepish when Flossie kindly walked down to release him.  As we had visitors, we herded everyone up to the gate to meet n’ greet, whereupon they decided to congregate in the stream (the ponies, not the visitors) .  Yes, in.

And then Waffle got in to drink (fine), splosh around (he does that) and finally sit down (really?) in.  Sadly, I don’t have a photo of the sitting down as I was too busy trying to introduce us, get everyone safely into the field but it was very funny to watch.

Having finished up with the Minions, we went home to be met by BeAnne and Lambie, both desperate to go in my shed.  It is a popular venue.

The poor Boyzenberries are suffering hugely in this heat.  They are not fans and, as I type, Lambie is sitting puffing away listening to Handel’s Messiah.  I smiled to myself when it got to the bit about “All WE, like SHEEP“.  Oh, but we do, very much!

I am still chuckling about Waffle sitting down in the stream too. I just wished I had caught it on camera.  I expect he will do it again. He thought it was a very good idea.

Well, today we had our first minibus tour come to visit the Minions and the ladies-what-wore -the-sweaters.

Before they arrived, Daisy and I set out our little horse and donations box.

OH had found me a perfect shaped tin (he keeps everything because you just never know) and painted it beautifully.

The tin then promptly fell off the fence so we placed everything on the ground, which worked very well too.

The ponies were looking their best as Flossie and I had spent the best part of yesterday afternoon brushing and brushing, with maybe a bit of hugging too.

And then we sat down with the ponies and waited for our visitors – in there is a Daisy.  Honestly, there is.

As always, the Minions were thrilled to see their girl.  They adore her.

Soon the minibus arrived and the visitors poured out.  This was our first Minion minibus tour of the season.

I really enjoyed it.  I always love introducing my ponies to folk and telling them their story.  Always a joy, never a chore.