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Lambie and his Flower and his Biscuits

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.

Mostly Lambie

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A few evenings back, I went outside to find Lambie sitting close to the house, albeit in another field – you can see the gap behind him where all the sheep, except ‘Ster and Dahlia, elegantly crawl under! I don’t mind. It saves me opening gates.

So I went to see if I could capture the famous Winning Smile.

It is Lambie’s best feature.

The next day was nice and I was on a rest break after mucking out the shed, so I went with my big camera and sat on a rock. The ponies were miles away on their track.

But again there were sheep around so I peacefully snapped away trying to capture their personalities while they came up to chat, or not.

‘Ster who is feeling a bit better, thank you for asking.

‘Bert – he has a very good fleece this year.

Harrel-the-Barrel – read thug, a total opportunist who steals chicken food.

And my little Lambie. Always enchanting.

Possibly a diva.

And an equilateral triangle.

He nodded off while I was taking photos.

And lastly, Gus-Gus. No words just Gussie.

Meanwhile in Shetland

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Back to my weather obsession. This is today in the UK. A heatwave, apparently. A bonkers hot one.

Meanwhile, in Shetland……

Weatherwise, it’s not great to be honest and seeing photos of folk enjoying the sunshine is a little galling while we are still wandering around in our big coats and wellies.

I even had to put the fire on in my shed for Pepper this afternoon while I made another hand-felted Shetland sheep. She absorbed all the heat generated. I could feel nothing.

Never mind, apparently the sun might arrive tomorrow, though not the high temperatures (which is good for the sheep as they really struggle with heat and their big fleeces).

I think we are all looking forward to seeing that yellow thing in the sky for more than an occasional glimpse, which is all we have had recently.

On a plus today, though, it has been an excellent spring for our bluebells.

And I now know where we planted the wild garlic – it was lost it for a while. I shall now look forward to a Shetland heatwave – my definition being two consecutive days when it doesn’t rain!

A Bit of Brushing

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Last night. It was raining so the dweebs ate inside their container – all except Albie who was perfectly happy outside.

And then from this morning. I think I can truthfully say that Fivla enjoyed her breakfast. I found her washing up all the buckets when I went back to collect them.

Vitamoobag had taken up residence in “her” shed.

With everything cleared up, washed up and refilled with food to soak, I went in for my breakfast along with the Sphinx Mk II.

Once I got my iPad back, I had a nice conversation with Daisy and we decided that I should brush one horse/pony a day as I am still not convinced that Haakon and Iacs are putting on weight as fast as they should. The theory being that if they are stripped of their winter coats, their bodies might go into summer mode and start using their food energy differently.

As I walked past armed with my brushes, I saw that Fivla too had taken up residence.

Luckily Iacs had not strayed very far and so he was my first target.

I brushed until my arms hurt!

And I think he looks a lot better for it.

Feeling inspired, I noticed that Fivla had not left the paddock – the others had long since departed – so I started brushing her.

Ungrateful, Fivla walked off midway – my bad, I didn’t bring a headcollar (I hadn’t thought to) – so I let her leave and told her that I would come back to her tomorrow.