These are The Silage Bale Zombies.  They will stand forever, wait forever and even starve forever until the bale of silage is delivered.

I cannot fight the Bale Zombies.  I do not have the strength either physically or mentally and their determination is greater than mine.

There are, however, the Lesser Bale Zombies.

In this group are four darling Minions, two Grandes Dames and the Preggy Lady, Brá.

I prefer this group – they are much nicer about everything and grateful for anything.  Others demand, while these ponies ask.  I like that.  Peace and quiet without a bun-fight.

And then there are the Clearer-Uppperers.

These sheepie-peeps appear when the silage bale is delivered and is spilt when the wrapping is taken off.  They will make a clean plate.  No worries there.

These days. I seem to spend my days juggling the waitressing service so everyone gets a chance at the right food. Minions must not be hassled, Les Grandes Dames must not have to fight for food and the Preggy Lady must never be kicked.  It is a full time occupation.

Last night I received a phone call from my neighbour, who was out and about in his car, saying the Northern Lights were spectacular.

So I dashed outside, camera in one hand, tripod (the original tripping hazard) in another and set up.

I took this photo having failed to tighten the tripod screws and cleverly managed to capture, or create, many shooting stars (or was it the camera slowly tilting).

The aurora came and went, nothing huge – I had probably missed them at their best – but, still, it was nice to stand in the freezing cold, waiting for the magic show.

While I stood in the dark with a vague green glow to the north, I decided I would dispel the myth of some of the photos around that the media would have believe, ie that they light up everything in sight to the point of almost daylight.  This just isn’t true.

The next four photos were taken seconds apart.  I want to show you that by changing the settings of the camera, you can create very different impressions of the Aurora.

Normal settings – (the red glow on the right, by the way, is Sullom Voe Oil and Gas Terminal so ignore).

ISO 800
15 seconds
f/2.8

ISO 800
30 seconds
f/2.8

ISO 2000
30 seconds
f/2.8

ISO 12800
20 seconds
f/2.8

And the same one but with some fiddling about with exposure, whitening, vibrance, saturation, tone and any other button I can find that might make it all the more spectacular.

But, remember, that is not what you see when you stand outside freezing your bits off.  If it gets going, the Aurora comes and goes, sometimes getting stronger and sometimes fading away again to nothing.

There is no spectacular sound track by Wagner.  There are no swooshes and crackles like Walt Disney would have you imagine.

Just silence and an eerie light that changes in shape and sometimes colour in a way that can make you wonder if it really moving at all.

The same photo fiddled about with again.

Personally, I prefer the truth.  For me, it is special and more remarkable than the frou-frou versions that frequent the media.

On the other hand, of course, I could be completely in error and be watching the wrong part of the sky or just have my camera set up badly.  Who knows.

(I will admit, however, that last night was good but not spectacular – I have seen far better).

Everyone is enjoying a day in the weak winter sunshine.  Poor Brá is feeling her pregnancy and spends most of her time either in a dwaam or eating.

Today Brá and Les Grandes Dames had the bale, or rather what was left of it.  Les Grandes Dames wandered off and Brá nodded off by herself on the warm silage.  When she lies down, you can see Brá is getting fairly mahoosive (due the first week of May, I think).

Anywho, I left Brá is peace and went down to the bottom of the field to the old tattie rig to see what Hjalti was up to.

I

Gosh, he is the spit of his dear old Mum, Hetja.

I think he is going to be tall too.  He is just coming up to 9 months and is already a tall chunky lad.

Hjalti has really come out of himself this winter.  He has good(ish) manners, and can be caught in the field with his purple headcollar, lead nicely, pick up each hoof without a fuss and also be tied up without causing a fuss.  Hetja appreciates this hugely!

He has grown a lovely winter coat and has wintered out very well.  A fuzzy wuzzy bum!

And lovely crinkly mane.

I haven’t weaned him from Hetja yet but I intend to once the Spring grass starts to come in.  Everyone is still being fed hardfeed, anyway.

Hjalti is fairly independent of his mum and looks to Esja as his No 2.  He adores The Minions and many hours are spent jumping on them, especially if they are asleep!

I do think, however, that everyone breathes a joint sigh of relief when he goes to sleep!

Peace then reigneths until Hjalti wakes up and off they all go again!

Yesterday, I rode three horses – Haakon (while Bjørn rode Taktur, Klængur (while Bjørn rode Kappi) and Iacs (while Bjørn rode Esja).  I was exhausted.

Today, I did something completely different.  I went into Lerwick to take photos for Bjørn’s new business (yes, he is a hairdresser too).  I like taking photos of people and their hair. It is something different and I enjoy the challenge.

Even the modern stuff!

And I even got to meet this little chap who I totally fell in love with.  I could have easily taken him home but I think BeAnne would’ve been a bit narky.

Anywho, I got home late, fed the horses in the dark and then was met with furious bleating.  Some sheep do not like their routine disturbed.  Ster was pleased to see me and bounced about but Lambie still managed to put up a fight about going to bed.  I don’t know why we dance this dance but he insists so we do and he would be furious with me if I didn’t bother and just left him outside.

Of course, taking photos of humans is all very well but none of them are as beautiful as this lady.

Ok, she may have a face like a horse but, still, she is stunning!

(see what I did there, geddit!)

DNA – what does that stand for?

Silver will tell you that it is DeoxyriboNucleic Acid, because he knows these things.

Storm will tell you that it actually stands for “Do Not Ask”.

I was asked for some hair samples (with follicles) from various horses and ponies at Thordale for a research project.

Storm was on the list and he was not impressed.  Not impressed at all.  His tail was not letting cooperating and just broke off so I had to have a few attempts. First, he tried little bucks and then he wound himself up into a furious passion.  He trotted madly round refusing to go near me ever again (he does trot very prettily when he is wound up).  I coaxed him down from his cloud of insanity with a large carrot which he nervously ate while I held it for him like a lollipop.

Then, feeling utterly guilty for creating this awful scenario, I sat down with Storm and he fell asleep resting his head on my hair.

Waffle wandered over and put his nose in my right ear…..

While Tiddles completed the trio with his nose resting on the nape of my neck.

Add two sheep and a dog and you almost have the complete set.

Still, I think we are friends now and I have spent most of today apologising profusely.

So now you know what DNA actually stands for – DO NOT ASK!

The others were absolutely fine about it.  Just Storm because he is emotional and his follicles are speshul!