Nowadays wherever we go, no matter when, we are always followed.

The horses love us going into their field so they can come up for a chat.

Hjalti, without fail, is always first up to say hello.  He is the living image of his Mum, Hetja.

And then the others turn up too and quickly see the lurking Monster Cat who is doing his very best to be invisible and just fit in.

I feel sorry for Monster Cat.  It is his one wish to have better camouflage.  His brilliant white colour makes him stick out like a sore thumb.

I am very tempted to buy Monster this outfit I found on t’net in the hope it would solve some of his problems.

However, I doubt the outfit would be useful because Monster does also announce his arrival very loudly so everyone knows he is around.  He is a very talkative cat.

Dreki is looking good – growing up fast, like his half-sister, Lilja.  I am very pleased with both of last year’s foals.

Now I am finding it difficult to go into the field as I seem to have also lost my balance with this ruddy left foot so probably from henceforth all photos will be taken from the sidelines.  I also doubt I can lug my big camera anywhere much. I am too scared I will trip and drop it so you will have to make do with the lesser photos like these – sorry.

I have come to know the little fan club of birds that live around our croft.  They follow the person who feeds the hens – it is totally cupboard love.

The other afternoon I noticed there was someone outside shouting loudly so I went out with my camera to see who it was.

Hopping about the place was a wren.

Well, I think it is a wren – please correct me if I am wrong and I will amend this whole blog.

Here in Shetland, we have our own species of wren – Troglodytes troglodytes zetlandicus.

The call was not the usual beautiful trilling wren birdsong.

Oh no. It was more like being shouted at or similar to the rapid fire of a machine gun.

And this little wren, for one so small, is loud, very loud.  I can hear him (I shall henceforth assume he is a he for not reason except I will be 50% correct!) when I sit at my desk inside the house.

Monster Cat is not about (he is busy asleep) and there are no other predators about so I am not sure what the wren is shouting about.

He shouts while everyone who would eat him is indoors.

But shout he does.  Endlessly.  To no one about nothing.

The wren is very tame too and certainly not running away from the noise of my camera or the sight of me trying to creep around the garden looking inconspicuous.

Bloody noisy little bird, though.

I hear him most days.  I wonder what he is shouting about.

I was on my usual walk when I spied some signs saying they were filming the tv series “Shetland” in my area.

So I thought I would walk on and see where they were filming.

There were lorries and lighting equipment surrounding an empty large house at Watsness about 2 miles down the road from where we live.

Watsness is a fabulous location.  There is a beautiful view over the Shetland coastline to the island of Foula that lies 20 miles to the west in the Atlantic Ocean.

(I took this beautiful photo on one of my many walks, but not today)

But it looked like this today.

I turned around and walked home meeting my neighbour.  We both said to each other “There’s been a murder” in our best TV-Scottish accents and laughed.  According to the TV series “Shetland”, we live in a hotbed of murder and mystery.  Real life seems sadly disappointing.

Later Daisy drove us to our vegetable packing job and en route, I mentioned I wanted to go to Watsness with my better camera to take some photos for the blog.  The sea fog – haar – was coming and going.  I expect that will play havoc with continuity.

I guess we will now have to watch “Shetland” to see where we live on the telly!

These days I don’t get out much as I can’t drive so friends have to come and see me.

When they arrive, I give them a choice – go for a walk with a variety of sheeple/dogs/ponies or we drive over for a Minion mugging.

Today this friend chose a Minion mugging.

Well you would, wouldn’t you? Newt’s little face is enchanting.

I introduced my friend to everyone, or rather the Minions introduced themselves.

I haven’t been over for a while.  My daughters have been checking daily on this herd for me as well as rigorously de-ragworting the field. I ❤️ Daisy and Flossie.  They are truly wonderful and at the moment I couldn’t do any of this without them.

So I was amazed to see the change in Lilja.

There has been a very sudden transformation.

She is growing up quickly, turning into a beautiful lady with lovely conformation and temperament.

Being with this herd is very good for Lilja.  She is very settled.

The famous ladies are looking good.

Waffle came over with his lunch (as if he needs anything).

Handsome boy, though.

Then my friend went to get some apples that she had brought especially for the boys.  The little faces were greedily hopeful and begging.

It was a lovely way to spend the afternoon – introducing my Minions to my friends.

Everyone is always welcome.  I love going to see them.

Do you remember Tor, the little Shetland mare who we borrowed for 9 months in 2016?  She adopted Albie while nursing her son, Camus.

We saw her yesterday when we were visiting Bergli Stud with her new foal, Brus (pronounced Bruce).

Brus is wonderful.

He is a huge character with wow, pizzaz and hutzpah.

I was taking photos of him for the Stud’s website and Brus was not going to co-operate.

Oh no, Brus was going to wave his legs around like the little stallion he wants to be.

So Bjørn swiftly gave up and took off his headcollar so he could run around.

And boy, could Brus move. He trotted about the field dancing.  We all just stood there and laughed and then said wow!  He was such a happy confident little lad.

And he has the beginnings of a silly-frilly or silly-spikey, depending on your angle.

This tiny little pony (and believe me, he is small) has a huge amount of look-at-me and a wow trot.  He floats effortlessly.

Brus is enchanting.  There is something about him that is very special.

But he is still a Mummy’s boy.  He luffs his wonderful Mum, Tor.

I can never thank her enough for all she did for our Albie.  Without Tor, Albie would not be the happy little chappie he is.