Tag Archives: Shetland

A Windy Weekend

It’s been a very windy weekend and everyone is feeling a bit blown about.

(though, it hasn’t stopped anyone eating).

Today was much nicer than yesterday which was interspersed by occasional violent rain showers, taking everyone by surprise – 3 pairs of trousers hanging up to dry due to far too much optimism.

The older chaps are still in their “safety” field where Kolka can easily see everyone and hopefully calm down a bit.

Their routine is the same and, although I hadn’t planned for anyone to eat this field down just yet, I tell myself it is good for this lot to “take the top off” so the Shetland ponies can go in later, or it will make a good field if it snows – close to the containers but has some grass in it.

I am still giving Kolka a large dose of painkillers to deter her from being annoyed with her healing wound. I really don’t want her scratching and opening it up and I am pleased with how it is looking.

Kolka’s vet is being kept fully up-to-date too.

I am due to go south in a few weeks so I am desperate for Kolka and everyone else to behave and for Kolka to go back to her normal again with no more accidents, please. Pretty please even.

I have told Kolka this. Hmmmm! I do hope she was listening.

The Many Faces of Want

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Everyone always wants something. Everywhere I go. Want, want, want.

Monster ⬇️ – he wanted my last night’s pre-supper snack (mini cheesey biccies) accompanying my zero alcohol lager while I waited for supper to finish cooking.

Plan B. The Attack – basically endless amounts of indignant shouting alternating between promising to be my friend.

Apparently my BFF ⬇️. This is “cupboard love” at it’s very worst.

Pepper just did sulking resentfully. Those eyes make it impossible not to feel guilty.

And then there is Lambie’s helpful, yet silly, face. I had scattered Animal Crackers on the ground and the sheep had just about finished them.

“You have more biscuits, you say?”

Bert’s has a gorgeous begging face. Again, it is hard to resist. I would give (feed) him the world if he wanted.

Lambie’s tactic is to get out his best Winning Smile, Longing Look and wave a front foot at me. The front foot waving means Lambie really, really, wants whatever I have of calorific nature and then I dig into my pocketses and give him a secret biccie, if I have one. I didn’t. There is probably a special place in Hell waiting for me now. I have to live with myself.

The Vegetables

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A short blog because I am exhausted.

Again, my Saturday was my Friday and I went to Turriefield to weigh, pack and label vegetables for distribution.

I find it a bit discombobulating when I swap days and so I spent the rest of my time thinking it doesn’t feel like a Saturday but am I wrong? Still, there were enough of us volunteers and everything was packed and ready to go out by lunchtime and I left clutching this week’s vegetables plus some odd carrots for the ponies.

After a nice lunch with friends at the local church café I went home and made my usual daily sheep for selling later. The stock is building back up, albeit very slowly.

And suddenly I feel exhausted. I don’t feel I have done much but I could easily not cook supper, have a bath and go to bed.

But I don’t have that luxury.

I still have to transcribe two weeks of the Diaries (1956 now) every evening before I can give up completely. Meanwhile, I dreaming of my bed and being asleep. Maybe it’s just a blood sugar dip and I need a medicinal Tunnocks tea cake!

My Perfect Day

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At last, my perfect day when absolutely nothing happened that was out of the ordinary or stressful. My kind of heaven. I have had enough drama recently to last me a lifetime. It’s all been a bit too much and I am praying it’s over now.

I spent my morning delivering some sheep to friends who were going into town today. The sheep were needed urgently to restock my sheep field at Jamieson’s Knitwear. Someone had come in yesterday and bought all my stock and I hate an empty field.

On my way home, I popped in to some friends for a cuppa. So that was very nice and civilised and we put the world to rights. Pepper came with me (though, there was a small disgraceful wee on their carpet – I was shocked and we had to leave rather quickly).

My afternoon was spent in my shed making more stock for the shop while possibly eating Tunnocks Tea Cakes. I finished one sheep and made another listening to an audiobook.

As I write my sheep have refused to come home and I left them sitting contentedly in their field. They can sort themselves out. The gate is wedged open and I’ve lost interest. The ponies have their hay, the horses have lots of grass and I dished out apple slices to all when I gave Kolka her daily painkillers.

And lastly, I took this photo at breakfast a few days back when I told Monster he could not have the milk from my porridge. So, for revenge, he plonked himself firmly on my iPad saying then I couldn’t use it! Rotter.

So that’s a lovely boring day in my world where the most exciting thing to happen was Pepper doing a tiny pee on a friend’s carpet (oh, the shame. I am so sorry, Kerry!)

“It’s Got a Funny Taste”

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Because I let the old Icelandic horses have the stable for one whole night, the sheep refuse to ever go in it ever again. “It’s got a funny taste” (our family saying for anything different or new).

After the horses left yesterday morning, I spent a good hour cleaning that shed, letting the surface dry, putting down deoderiser powder and laying out a whole new straw bale and shavings too. It was now pristine and perfect.