Today, I packed up Hjalti’s red spotted hankie, hung it on a stick and send him to live 4 miles away with Storm and Tiddles for company.

Everyone loaded nicely and we released them into a nice big field where they ran about a bit.

Backwards and forewards.

More endless running.

And Hjalti said he wanted his mummy back please.

So we opened the adjacent gate and let in 28, or so, filly yearlings and Lyra.

Hjalti dug out his ancient Arab ancestry from under his bed (yes, he has a Masters of the Universe duvet cover).

And with that he shut up and denied all knowledge of being with his mother not 10 minutes previous and still nursing.

So Bjørn and I watched the ponies and one horse galloping about the three fields.

We had opened all the gates so they have access to a very large area of grass.

At one stage they all turned round and cantered towards me.

I did start to wonder if they would flatten me but reckoned I would be safer if I just stood my ground.

At this stage, I was praying they would go round me!

Tiddles and Storm are in seventh heaven and everyone was beginning to calm down as we left.

I took this photo in November 2014 when Tiddles (he was called Stardust, in those days) first met the three original Minions.

Pot Pourri or Pol Potterie?

Now, nearly 18 months on, things have changed drastically.  That scared little foal, who was depressed and dejected, has turned into Tiddles, The Mighty!

Tiddles spends most of his days trying to get the better of his second best friend (only second because no one could ever replace Storm), Hjalti, the Icelandic horse yearling.

Hjalti is tall for his age but this doesn’t deter Tiddles in anyway from reaching those bits that must be hung off the most.

Whatever it takes.

Tiddles will give it his best shot.

And Hjalti loves it.

If you have a bored foal.  Get yourself a miniature Shetland pony gelding.  They make wonderful toys.

I honestly think Hjalti has learned more from The Minions than off any other member of the herd.

I always hoped Tiddles would find his sense of humour and I think we can concur that is in abundance.

Playing is good for everyone and it makes me smile to see Tiddles being the extrovert now. Such a change from that miserable little boy who arrived saying don’t ever look at me.

In fact, I think every home should have a Tiddles.  Folk would smile more.  It would be The Law.

I go and visit Fat Camp every day to check up on my boys.  I don’t like them being so far away (4 miles) knowing there is no one nearby in case something happens.

Today, as OH was doing his messages (shopping) in the Big L (Lerwick), I took Loki and BeAnne with me for a dog walk while we checked Les Fatties.

Since it is lambing time, we are very restricted at the moment where we can take the dogs and I don’t want to upset any ewes, let alone crofters.

This 35+ acre park is mine for the year and there are no sheep and/or lambs present (though I have to add, as the dogs live with Lambie and ‘Ster all year round, they don’t think sheep are food, more family).

Anyway, the dogs had a lovely walk/swim and galloped about.  We all enjoyed ourselves and the dogs loved the freedom of a huge field to play and run around about.

So, back to The Fatties.

I felt everyone for any potential ribs. I really did.

I tried so hard to find weight loss but there was nothing of the rib variety to be felt, let alone seen.

I am not saying they are fat but to be honest, I suppose I am.  None of these guys can come home.  They are still fat. Having said that, they are also very happy in their huge hill apportionment.  I suspect they are probably blagging sandwiches from the passing tourons (tourists).

I thought we would be seeing some results by now.  Obviously not.

I made this filum, like I do.

I thought it would only take ten minutes, tops, to put together because I make filums all the time.

Ten hours later and half a bottle of gin, a packet of Bahlsen Choco Leibniz and some Quavers, I have produced this master-piece which, no doubt, will be taken off YouTube in seconds because of the music.

Anywho, I hope you get to see it before it is removed and I hope you enjoy it – including the blood, sweat and tears that went into making it.  Ten minutes – my arse.  I gave a whole day of my life for this filum.

Ho hum, the gin was lovely, the biscuits were adequate and I am now the proud owner of Movavi Video Editor 3 because a technical glitch meant my computer would not work with the movie video editor that was made for it.  I hate computer guff.

So, do I need more biscuits or more gin?  My jury is still out.

Do you remember this mare?

Still Going

Roseblossom who had hyperlipaemia last March.

Guess what?

She had a filly foal at 09:00 this morning by Wulfert v.d. groote woerd (Waffle’s dad).

A beautiful and very robust filly foal.

This little lady is to be called Gloria.  Bergli Gloria because that is what Bjørn, the owner of Bergli Stud, shouted when he saw her being born!

Of course, I am thrilled as well.  Roseblossom so very nearly died on us last March.  Bjørn, Daisy, the vets and I worked tirelessly to keep her alive – she also lost her foal during her hyperlipaemia episode.

So Gloria is wanted, gorgeous and wonderful.

I am so pleased for Roseblossom, who still hates me, by the way!

I don’t care.  As long as Roseblossom adores her little girl, that is all that matters.  To be fair, Roseblossom allowed me to get near(ish) but I didn’t force my presence on them.  Now was definitely not the time.

So, welcome to the world Bergli Gloria.  You are truly loved but, most of all, you have made your mother 100% better from her horrendous illness last year.  She grieved for her foal last March which made her healing more difficult as she had no will to live.

This is a good day in our lives.  We did good.