The snow is refusing to go.  There’s been a slight thaw with a re-freeze overnight resulting in sheet ice everywhere.  Ugh!

And it’s bloomin’ freezing outside with a harsh north wind too.

Edna continues to follow me everywhere.  My constant companion.  Every time I open the feed shed, she barges in and I have to back her out using harsh words.  I can’t be having that kind of behaviour and she knows this.  She is pushing her luck.

After the billionth outburst of rage from me, Edna finally asked nicely and I gave her some food as a reward and a thank you for learning, but she probably didn’t. We have been going through this routine every day recently.

Lambie et al were distinctly unimpressed and said I was a soft touch.

At lunch, I noticed Tiddles by himself and had a mild panic about this, telling myself that these were the first signs the last time.  So I went back to the shed to get the lunge and a headcollar…..

Meanwhile, his friends joined him.

And Tiddles instantly cheered up.

So I clambered over the fence and unhitched some unfinished haynets, etc and gave them to the Shetlands to finish.

I told myself that if Tiddles didn’t eat, then I would lunge him but when I saw him tuck in, I stopped worrying.

The old ladies are still eating around the house and are very happy there.

That’s all I want.  Someone to be happy.

And less work lugging things for everyone.  My back is putting up a fight now.  Everyone is in for the night as there is another winter storm brewing.