I have been noticing recently on my daily physio walks with the sheep that Lambie has been shaking his head a lot.  Upon examination, I found this worrying granula growth above his eartag.

I immediately panicked and spent a good day trying to get a halfway decent photo of the back of Lambie’s lug to send to the vets for their advice.

I sent the photo over to the vet and a reply duly came back with the words “to try blue spray initially but the tag may need to come out. No need for anitbiotics at this time.”

So Daisy and I spent a few mornings letting Lambie into the house to be rugby tackled into a headlock while one of us sprayed blue spray on his lug.  It was not an easy task.

Things did not seem to be getting better so, after my chat with the shearers yesterday, I made the decision to have a better look and possibly cut out the ear tag.

Lambie refused to be caught so we had to lure him into the house with Daisy sitting on the sofa noisily eating Lambie’s animal shaped biccies at him!

Another rugby tackle/headlock and I saw that the eartag had been pushed through the hole and it was looking nasty.  So we cut the tag out, cleaned the hole with blue spray and returned Lambie to his field.

I went over later to have a wee chat with him.

I was grudgingly tolerated but he was not a happy Lambie.

I think Lambie must’ve rubbed the tag out of position.

I noticed later on, when I let the Boyzens out of their field this evening, that Lambie is not shaking his head as much so hopefully it will all calm down now.

I doubt Lambie will ever come into the house again, which is a pity because I want to blue-spray his lug daily.

This morning I heard outside shouting, baaing, barking and roaring (quads).

A neighbour rang my doorbell to ask if my sheep were the three (fat, though he didn’t actually say it but probably thought it) ones in my field.  I said they were and moved them into a small paddock which they can’t escape from.  They get very agitated or over-excited and silly on days like these.

My neighbours were ‘caaing‘ in the hill sheep to sort, shear and drench.

Armed with chocolate bars, I popped over to where everyone was working to ask if they would just run round my field with the quad and dogs as ‘Bert’s hill girlfriend had been living there for a few months.  She needed to go back to her hill flock.  I also picked their brains for some sheeple husbandry advice.

They kindly agreed and I left them to their very hard work.  I wandered about a bit taking photos.

Shearing the hill sheep in Shetland is done yearly.

All hill sheep are pure Shetlands.

No other sheep (including crosses) are allowed to graze in the scattald (open hill).

The sheep were sorted according to their age, sex and, I guess, their future.

Anway, it was a nice day for shearing.

I didn’t stay long – there was work to be done and I would just get in the way.

Today we had a visitor so once I had collected her from the bus, I dragged her round to meet the Minions.

The Minions love new people and are always very keen on their close-ups.

Perhaps a bit too keen.

Kisses were duly requested, distributed and accepted.

Obviously the #shetlandponiesinsweaters were introduced.  First Fivla.

And then Vitamin.  Both love meeting their fans.  Never a chore, always a pleasure.

We quickly checked the Icelandic laydees and then headed off home for a quick cup of tea.  Out again, and first up, of course, was Hjalti.

My visitor had admitted to being Taktur’s biggest fan and so he duly looked interested and beautiful.

Taktur was doing well until his son tried to get in on the act.

Words were said.

Hjalti is ever the photo-bomber!

The three youngsters were like a Hydra or Cerberus.  I have yet to decide.

Everyone said hello and I felt very proud of them all.

My visitor was staying for the day and, as an avid blog reader, she offered to come on my physio walk.

Obviously, we had company of the woolly and furry variety.

And everyone was on their best behaviour.

We all enjoyed meeting our visitor and I hope she enjoyed her day out.

Taktur’s “Laydee-Girls”, Hetja and Brá, have finally been moved from Thordale.  They don’t need to be here as they are hopefully pregnant.

So, we easily caught and loaded them into the van.  These two always travel very well together.

Once in their new field – the haypark a few fields away from the Minions – Daisy and I put in water buckets for a daily fresh water supply.  Like the Minions, these girls will be checked daily.

The haypark was cut for silage a few weeks’ back and it is perfect for two fat potentially preggie ladies.

They also have neighbours – some Shetland pony mares.

Hetja soon spied the locals and instantly loathed them.  She has an irrational hatred for Shetland ponies so we are hoping she won’t bother herself with these “little people”.

They, on the other hoof, want to be bothered with Hetja and Brá.   Hopefully they will soon get bored.

Both Hetja and Brá have not come back into season so maybe there will be the clip-clop of tiny hooves next year in June sometime.  I have written down all the details in the diary so I can work it out nearer the time.

Exciting times ahead.  They do both have the loveliest foals.

So I was inspired, after yesterday, and made a movie on my desk with my model Lambie, who is looking a bit worse for wear by travelling home wrapped in some tin foil in my handbag.

I need to re-think my model Lambie.  Any ideas?  Any volunteers?  I want to use real wool fleece (I can supply this)

It is a steep learning curve (ie, don’t turn something sepia as there is no undo button I could find to put it right!).

But it was fun to play with.

Meanwhile, in my real life world, I saw the “swimming” sheep again!

As you can see she has been sheared now and is perfectly happy eating the bogbean.

She even looks carefully for the best plants.

I think she is one happy hill sheep.

Once she had enough, she walked out of the loch.

She shook the water off, like a dog.

And then trotted off on her merry little way.

She is one cool sheep, in every way!