It was a lovely afternoon, the Minions were on flying form, so I went to sit with them in their new field as a reward for all my previous hard work.

They all came to chat and obviously I was investigated.  We had run out of carrots.

I sat on a small bank that runs along the side of a little stream – Newt and Waffle stood behind me and I lay back and just chilled.

Silver, Albie and Storm were by my feet.

Tiddles was snoozing a bit a way.

It was lovely.  I felt very safe.  I often sit down with them and they are used to it.

(Darling little Albie is so happy with his friends – he is finally One of the Boys)

Tiddles woke up later and we had a secret chat (aww, the relaxed bottom lip of snooziness)

I love my little boys.  You have no idea how my heart warms seeing them giggling and living together as a happy little herd.

Rescuing animals, especially in a small island community, is never easy but it is definitely worth it.

I love my little boys.  They have changed my life.

*** sniff *** – I am feeling all emotional now!

These two new “friends” are getting on fine now which is a huge relief.

Every spring I use a Mars Coat King rake on BeAnne to strip off her heavy winter coat.   It makes life easier for her and she is much happier too, once it is quickly done.  I bought it years ago for our Bernese Mountain dog, Lotte, and nearly 20 years later it is still doing the job.  A good investment.

Before (the creature from the deep)

After

(BeAnne has lost quite a lot of weight in the past few months.  Eating is still an argument. I seem to have turned her into a “fussy feeder” and an old lady by indulging all her whims.)

I might do a bit more with the grooming rake as it gets hotter.

Meanwhile Monster sat outside and was glad it wasn’t him.

I spend most of my afternoons driving around the countryside checking the horses and ponies who are now located in two different places – about 8 miles apart.

I always notice the hill sheep as I drive past and they are busy producing beautiful little lambs.

I am trying hard not to fall in love with the darling pieces of wool.

This one is a very unusual tri-colour.

If I see a pretty lamb on my travels, I usually end up reversing the car and hanging out of the window to take a photo praying they won’t then move off.

Those (humans now) that have a peat bank in the hill are digging and meticulously stacking the peat bricks so they will dry in the spring sunshine and almost constant wind.

And this is how you do it.

En route to my next field, I saw a wonderful hillside of wild primroses.

It looks like scrambled egg from a distance.

So, while the earth is slowly warming up, nature is galloping along making up for lost time.  I love this time of year.

It has long been my dream that all my little rescue Minions should live in peace and perfect harmony.

Last winter proved it was not possible as Vitamin (an old mare) decided she hated Albie and Newt so they spent their winter with the Icelandic horses.  They were fine and happy but it was not what I wanted.

So today we excuted Plan 43251(a) – to integrate Albie and Newt with the other Minions.

Much as I love Albie and Newt living at home with us – the hugging and nose-kisseys are wonderful – I knew really need to be with the other boys, having fun and learning to be proper Shetland ponies.

It is important and I must do this.

So today, we left the mares behind and put all the Minions boys together.

Two at a time, in with Albie and Newt, minus the troublesome girls.

Albie and Newt were thrilled.

There was muchos galloping.

And I think, much as I would love my little boys at home, that this is the best thing that can happen to them all.  After all, they are my rescue Minions and they should all be together.

Happy days ahead.

Do you ever get days when you just don’t feel like doing anything?

When you want to sit in the sun with your friends and enjoy your surroundings?

But you finally get off your butt and manage to take an interest in what’s going on around you.

Well, that was us yesterday.

We had all rather had enough of doing useful stuff all day – the house was vaguely clean, the horses had been ridden, fed, checked, etc, so we indulged ourselves and spent the afternoon in Taktur’s field.

Albie and Newt still live with Taktur and Kappi and, once we had been frisked for carrots (we had none), we were allowed to sit down with the little ones.

Bliss perfect bliss.

(for most of us)

This is possibly one of my most favourite views.

Lovely whiskery noseys arriving to be kissed.

The sheep came up to join us too.  In truth it was mostly ‘Ster.  He has attachment and attention seeking issues, especially around us.

Luckily none of my Shetland ponies or Icelandic horses are sheep chasers.  I have heard that some do and some even kill sheep.  The unacceptable horror!

So that was our afternoon therapy.  Sitting in a field in the Shetland sunshine enjoying being snuffled by the smallest of our Minions.

So, if you’re feeling blue, try painting yourself a different colour – or even go and hug a Shetland pony.

This is the best therapy ever.  Visitors, if you’re brave enough, are always welcome but please phone/message me first.

This time of year Her Maj is more often away than at home.  I am not pleased.  Those baby bunny rabbits call her.  She does stay on our land and she doesn’t roam far, but she is revolting when she comes home.  Usually filthy.

This morning BeAnne vanished for a while and appeared, only after I shouted myself purple, looking slightly shifty and wet – she had taken herself off for a swim knowing the only other option was a bath!

We are keeping an eye on her now and the doors are shut.

This afternoon, as it was so calm, we went down to the stream because it is so beautiful and peaceful.

The wild primroses (Primula vulgaris) are called “Mayflooer” in Shetland dialect.

They grow along the side of my burn (stream) and I love them.

This wall of primroses is amazing.

I know now that we are definitely through the Shetland winter.

It has been and gone but it was hard work.

The grass is also really growing.

The horses are very happy.

These flowers are called “Blugga” – Marsh Marigolds (Caltha palustris) or Kingcup.  Luckily Puzzah is very happy to eat them all, which is good.

While we were in the field, we had a quick chat with anyone who wanted to talk.

Of course, ‘Ster was first up.  He hates this heat in his enormous full fleece.

Poor lad.  They are all booked in for the first week of June to be shorn, sheared…… whatever.

Lambie pretends to be aloof when we go into his field.

Funnily enough he only likes his private time every morning when he gets his food.

I can’t think why!