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Rainbows’ End.

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I was out first thing this morning to feed the starving hordes.

⬇️ This starving horde is Gussie ⬇️ (who is rotund and lying!)

Anyway, there was a faint but definitely-visible rainbow and I swear the end was on the container.  I was sorely tempted to go and find a shovel and start digging for my pot of gold but sadly there was much work to be done, ie the starving hoards to feed.

(though I do wonder just how much would be in hard cash – and, look, another faint rainbow on the other container.  As far as I was aware there was only Shetland pony poo from the night before).

Monster supervised in a condescending way.

Later two ladies from Wool Week came to see the sheep.  As per instructions, they arrived with a packet ginger biscuits and took photos of everyone eating them. Of course Lambie was being mysterious and aloof so I had to go and find him separately to give him his ration.

Obviously I mentioned Fivla and Vitamin, who had worn those Fair Isle sweaters many years ago for a Visit Scotland (Scotland’s tourism board) advertising campaign.

The old horses and ponies were resting down the bottom of the hill, so we clambered carefully down and were duly ignored.  Such is the way of the celebrity some days. Too busy eating.  Still, there’s always the gold from the rainbows.  Off to find a shovel then.

Today’s Jaunt

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A few snaps from yesterday evening because I thought the weather was fairly impressive.

The rain came in fast and furious (and, yes, the sheep came running home to bed).

As the shower was finishing up, there was a lovely rainbow over the shed.

But sadly no pot of gold, I checked.

Anyway, on with today.  I took the “Eggbox” to town to fill up with supplies and bedding for everyone.

It was touch and go at one point whether I would get the food shopping in, but I managed.  While I was at the shops, I somehow cricked my neck which was not helpful.

I was welcomed home, cricked neck and all, feeling rather grotty.

I had to lug everything out of the Eggbox and distribute it to it’s rightful place – note, important sheepie snacks.

New wellies (because the other pair are Floss’ and my pair sprung one of those leaks where you’re not sure if your feet are wet or not. They were).

Anyway, I spent my afternoon channelling my inner Great Great Aunt Kate and had a rest on my bed plus a cup of tea and some painkillers.  She was a great one for rests. In fact my whole family was.  It is a habit I could happily adopt too.

Afterwards, my neck felt a bit better so I did the afternoon chores feeling energised.

I even gave Newt his own personal little haynet as he is always bullied off the big ones.

 

My finger points to Tiddles who is our bully and not very nice to Newt.  They are not friends.

So that’s me in pain and hoping my neck will sort itself out soon, please.

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Lambie and his Flower and his Biscuits

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OH and I were at a party tonight and have just come home.  Therefore, I was late giving out the ponies’ haynets as well as late getting the sheep in. Everyone was standing at their gates waiting and disaprovingly tapping their watches.

However, I noticed Lambie came in wearing a flower – a delightful marsh marigold.  So beautiful.

I gave the sheep their goodnight ginger biccie and then returned with my camera to try and capture the magic of Lambie wearing a flower.  I think this was possibly my only good photo.

Upon reflection, I can see it is rather a manky flower.

But Lambie was more interested in trying to get another biscuit than the flower he had acquired.

He totally ignored my demands to turn around and look pretty and stomped off into the house.

No biscuits in evidence (quietly hidden by me), he came back outside looking like a devil sheep.

At this stage, I gave up but I will admit I located my carefully hidden biscuit packet and nipped out and gave him a secret biccie because Lambie is my special boy and I luffs him most.  Tell no one.