Not much is happening here today.  Just the same old, same old and that’s exactly how I like it. I am never good with change.

OH and I did the morning animal chores accompanied by various sheep or dogs, depending on what needed doing.

While Gussie and Dahlia were eating the precious hay bale, I went over the hill (scattald) to feed the Icelandics.  The torrential from yesterday had finished and everyone was beginning to dry out.

Everyone was very wet but looking ok, so I was not worried and it was warm too.

However, the duck situation is not great.  Duck Wars have begun again – tis the season – between all the males over possibly not enough females, while OH and I diligently try to collect all the eggs that are laid, trying not to let any get to hatching stage.  I am planning on making lots of cakes.

We have decided on no more ducks, please.  I may have to find homes.  I have been holding off on that decision.  If only they would stop fighting.

So not much is going on really and I want it to stay that way.  My routine, my world.  It is not exciting by choice.

Everyone should just keep pottering along like I want.