That wee shed is proving very popular at the moment.

I think it is because I hung the salt lick in there.  ‘Bert loves a salt lick and always makes a point of stopping off to get his ration.

Today the sheep didn’t want to go out into their field because the weather was filthy.  That was all except for Dahlia.  I went to ask her if she wanted to join the others but she said she was fine with the ponies.  It was then that I noticed that someone else had taken up residence in the wee shed.  This is the first time I’ve seen a pony in there since they moved fields.

Newt had decided to install himself.  This was Newt’s Wee Shed.

Outside it was raging – a good Force 11 and everyone else (Tiddles) had to be make themselves content with using the high walls for shelter.

So, does anyone need a bouncer for their Halloween Party?  Newt will be available.  Reasonable rates too.  You can almost hear Newt saying “If your name’s not down, you’re not coming in!”

(just look at those short little hairy legs – oof!)

(And why don’t you let the old ones inside, I hear you ask?  Because they wouldn’t go even if I told them, is my reply)