Someone recently asked me how I am getting along with all my little ventures so here is a brief round-up.

The needle-felting is coming along strong.  My metier, I have discovered, is puffins and sheep.  That is what I am good at and I can make them fairly easily.

These are some puffins about to go off into the big bad world.

And here are my sheep in their nearly-finished point of sale box.  Just a few more to make and the little banner to get printed and they’re off to a posh shop in Lerwick.

The banner to get printed….

I also made this little chap. I can’t sell him in the Lerwick shop as he is not 100% Shetland wool but has divine yearling Wensleydale sheep curls.  He is very handsome.  I want to make more sheep like this and have ordered black curls as well.  Let me know if you want to order a curly sheeple and I will happily make you one, two, three…. a flock – email me with your order.

Curly Wurly Sheep – £22.00 (sadly curls cost)

The Minion visitors are beginning to arrive now.

We have bookings for later in the year and I will go and distribute more leaflets in town this week.  Most places are very keen to promote us which is lovely and very encouraging.

The grass is growing.  Everyone is very relaxed and happy.  No sign of babies yet but it is a bit early according to my diary.

Haakon’s hooves are healing well.  I looked at them carefully and could see two ginormous cracks where the abscesses burst through.  I am glad it wasn’t laminitis, though.  That is far worse and can leave permanent damage.

So all is well really.

End of brief round-up (thank you for asking)

While Great Britainshire was being battered by Storm Hannah (80 mph winds down south – (that’s when we put our washing out, just sayin’), Shetland was, for once, being bathed in glorious warm Spring sunshine.

The boys were all fast asleep.  I don’t know what you call this collection – a heap of Icelandic horses?  Possibly.

There is always one a little further away – little Efstur which was a surprise as he, Hjalti and Dreki mostly go round like Cerberus (three-headed).  Taktur was on point duty.

In the next door field, Iacs was snoozing too.

Haakon was meant to be guarding his friend.  Yer, right.

I nipped through the garden as a short-cut to the field – I wanted to take better photos of the snoozers.

But I was quickly spotted.

And I missed my chance.  I love photographing sleeping horses.  They are just so relaxed and happy.

Spring is showing itself properly in the garden now.

So I gave up and went back to my shed to work. En route I could see everyone else had woken up too.

I am particularly pleased at how good Haakon is looking now.  His weight is perfect and he is, I would say very tentatively, back to normal (as normal as he ever is).  I am relieved. It has been quite the ordeal for us all.  He still likes his old-man routine and every morning he and Iacs leave the herd to spend the day with a couple of haynets, extra hard feed and no hassle.

I am still not sure if I will retire Haakon now or shoe him and see.  His hooves need time to recover, grow and strengthen from the abscess damage.  Nothing is written in stone.  I will ask him what he wants to do.  I am sure he will let me know.

Why hello, Mr Waffle.  How are you today?

What?  You’ve come to have a drink of water from the newly filled buckets that were suspiciously dirty when we arrived today.

Ah, yes, that’s right, you just wanted a nice drink of fresh clean water, didn’t you?

And look, here’s your little friend, Newt, who wants a drink of water too while you innocently pretend you want to stay around to play with the rope that suddenly fascinates you.

Let’s all say hello to Newt who is a sweetie, unlike some.

And you didn’t want to dance in them and tip them all up, did you?  (oh, but you did you something something wicked little Shetland pony of unmarried parents).

Cross?  We were incandescent with rage as Waffle looked us straight in the eye, raised a leg, smiled and splish-sploshed in the buckets of water while we drove away (we had to as we were going to meet a visitor).

When we returned with said visitor, Flossie kindly (and patiently) emptied the buckets and started again with fresh water.

Waffle – free to a good home.  No vices.  Well, only one!

This is one of my favourite sights – walls of wild primroses (Primula vulgaris) growing either side of the burn which flows through my fields and eventually, a quarter of a mile later, down to the sea.

The primrose is called the Mayflooer in Shetland dialect, which suits these dear little flowers perfectly.

Seeing them everywhere in Shetland instantly puts a smile on my face.  Spring is finally really and truly here and it is staying (pretty please).

These past few days, it has become much warmer – my winter woollies are almost put away (I just need to wash them first) and I haven’t worn a thermal in a while.  Soon Her Maj wil have her yearly brush with a stripping comb. This photo does not do her justice.  Her fur in places is 5″ long especially around her neck – she has a lovely ruff.

Yesterday, when I was taking these pics, BeAnne took herself off for her customary dip.

She loves swimming and always insists on diving in at every occasion.  My little girl is 13 years young.

The other reason I know it is Spring is because Taktur is busy mooching about looking moody and mysterious.  He is very handsome.

Far far away is the hint of “wimmin”.

Though it is his daughter, so we don’t discuss that.

Yay, no more winter.  All gone.  We did it.

Happy 4th birthday to my darling Lambie.

Lambie was born on a horrid stormy night 4 years ago.  He was one of a twin but his sister died two days later and then later his mother.

Lambie lived with me pretty much from Day 1.

BeAnne has also been an integral part of his life too.

It has not always been plain sailing – Lambie had joint ill and couldn’t walk for many weeks but with many trips to the vet, endless antibiotics, massage and physio we got him up and running.  It was a family effort.

I know folk look at me like I am completely mad but Lambie is family and I am Lambie’s Mum.  I always will be.  We are imprinted on each other.

Lam’Bert and Lam’Ster were brought in later as company and friends to make up the Boyzenberries.

I went into their field for a birthday hug and chat.  It was wonderful. I had forgotten how much the Boyzens love sitting with me in their field.  For many months it has just been too wet but at last the ground has dried up thanks to a pretty fierce, but constant, drying Shetland wind.

So happy birthday to my darling boy.  And yes, he did have a birthday present.  Well you would, wouldn’t you?  That’s what you do with family.