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Sheep Therapy

Today was much better than yesterday but the bar was set pretty low so things could only get better really.

This morning I found everyone was in the right field, ate their own breakfast, and even did as they were told so I must put yesterday’s debacle swiftly behind me and move onward, ever onward.

We went on a nice dog-walk and I quickly found the sheep who have settled well into sharing a field with the Shetland ponies. I think they are all going by the theory of “if I don’t bother you, then you won’t bother me”. It works.

Sheep therapy was at its best. Maybe they knew I was out-of sorts from yesterday.

Gussie was practising his Winning Smile on me.

Dear Dahlia. She is such a happy lady.

‘Ster was sporting some rather fetching moss.

Lambie was busy doing his Greta (as in Garbo “I want to be alone”).

But I managed to get a lovely smile from him too….. eventually.

‘Bert and Barrell are apparently friends today.

I have no idea what got into them yesterday. They wouldn’t stop hassling and butting each other until they were both at a stand-still exhausted and panting, a quick re-group and then they would start all over again,

Madge has come on. She will now sniff my hand and run away, grunting like a pig. Still, that’s a vast improvement on the absolutely nothing she usually offers.

A few more of Gussie Dustbin just because he has such sweet expressions.

This is what he thinks is his Intelligent Face. I haven’t the heart to tell him.

And, lastly, Maggie who was doing her absolute best.

But obviously Lambie is the King of Smiles (though I might admit that he also looks very goofy in a the-lights-are-on-but-no-one-is-home sort of way and I can vouch for that!)

More Photos From the Past

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Another trip down memory lane – sorry.

I found another stash of pics – 220gb on a disk that need to be reduced down to a manageable size. These are from around 2018.

So here goes….. (say if you get bored).

BeAnne and Haakon – this is one of my most favourite sights. The view from onboard of my best beloved two.

Dearest Storm. I miss him so much and expect to see him with the others all the time but he’s always out of my reach.

Daisy and Flossie riding out together. Daisy is on Kappi and Floss is riding Iacs. Those were great days. Floss had just learned to ride and Iacs was her trusted steed.

L-R – Iacs, Kappi and Haakon

Tiddles offering Dreki my sun hat.

The struggle is real for Monster.

Dear Puzzah (Lambie’s father). His life with us was brief but he was loved by me, but not much by the other sheep.

Lambie and BeAnne – a boy with his mum.

Lambie loved BeAnne.

They were good friends. Never a cross word.

Nothing to see here – just going on a regular dog/sheep/cat walk as you do.

A summer’s day with Lambie and Daisy who is doing her best to ignore the faint smell of wee.

Lambie’s brief sojourn into advertising. Unfortunately, Marc Jacobs was unimpressed and all I can say is that it was his loss.

Looking at these two bottoms, I know the one on the left is definitely Newt and the one on the right is very possibly Klaengur.

Down the south end – Sumburgh lighthouse in the distance.

And lastly the joy of BeAnne in the snow, which she always loved.

I hope you enjoyed these random photos. There are plenty more to get through.

Frozen Fingers

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Not great photos today. It was too bloomin’ cold and my fingers felt like they had frozen off. I am currently sitting at my desk playing soothing music while I thaw out – my feet are on a hot water bottle and I have one on my lap.

Anyway, this morning produced a lovely surprise – everyone was together. Even Madge is coming out of her shell, which is something I never thought I would see.

Gussie is rather taken with Maggie – he is ginormous now, possibly the biggest of all the sheep. Quite the heffasheep.

Maggie spends a lot of her time in the hill field with Gussie and Dahlia which is fine – as long as they turn up for breakfast so I know they are alright and not lying somewhere upside down in the 30 acre field.

And Lambie remains, well just Lambie really.

We had a sprinkling of snow this morning with a few snow/hail showers all day.

In the afternoon I went into my shed to finish a sheep while watching a Hallmark Christmas film (my determination to find some Christmas spirit and inspiration). Pepper was having a non-eating day and quickly learned that, if she made sick noises by the door, I would let her outside and then, free at last, she could run off hunting, probably looking for more carrion to eat. Wee turd. I am not pleased with her one bit.

Doing the afternoon chores afterwards (I now start at 3pm as it is dark by 4), I fed the ducks/hens, put them to bed and then poo-picked the Shetland ponies’ track. Newt nearly had the wheelbarrow over (I would’ve happily throttled him if he’d succeeded) and I honestly think my fingers have never been so cold. I am going to find my freezer-food gloves for tomorrow. I never want to feel like that again. I felt sick with the pain. Once finished, I went to bed to huddle and warm up. Monster came to annoy while Ted whined on about “what time is tea?” Pepper sensibly stayed away.

Oh yes, Pepper said she could only eat cat food for tea. Give me strength.

Buckets and More Buckets

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My day started as it meant to go on mostly with many buckets.

While I fed the others at the top of the field, Haakon was still struggling to walk, so I broke the habit of a lifetime and took his breakfast bucket to him. I walked him over the stream and then I put his bucket down so he had to eat with his hooves in the running water.

Haakon accepted my idea as doable and proceeded to eat his brekkie while his poorly hoof soaked in the clean cold water.

Later, I went on a dog walk. I was looking for some sheep therapy.

Dahlia immediately came up for a chat.

She is always very inquisitive and I regretted that I hadn’t brought any carrots with me for everyone.

Dahlia’s son, Gussie, is not dissimilar either. Food is also important to him.

It was so nice to see that they are very happily integrated with the others now, even to the point of going into the shed to be fed if they want to. It only took just over a year!

Lambie had little to say on the matter.

But Maggie came up for a lovely chat.

Later, in the afternoon, just before it got dark, I went down to the field with hot water in a thermos, two buckets and various bits of necessary kit.

Luckily, only the Shetland ponies were close by which meant they wouldn’t try to steal Haakon’s food. They wouldn’t dare.

If Bibble and Kolka had been closer, it would’ve been a battle. I know that. I can’t say Haakon is any better but at least he is not worse. He is getting around the field in his own way. If he decides not to walk much, then it doesn’t matter as there is long grass everywhere and company. I think, at the moment, I was rather he was outside pottering gently. He is happier with his friends.

Lambie and Bert Baby pics

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This winter, I have the unenviable task of going through all my digital photographs as my hard disk is full and my computer is full. I will admit that I have been putting this job off for about ten years but the time has come and it must be done.

Yes, there are lots of photos to throw away, but there are also a few to keep too. Amongst everything for 2015, I found Lambie and Bert’s old baby photos.

This is Lambie, probably a few days’ old. He is still dirty. He loved the open oven door.

Heat from anywhere was always welcome.

This is Lambie and his “Mum”, my darling BeAnne. It has been very strange seeing photos of her. I struggle and still can barely say her name out loud.