After a very successful flute duet afternoon, I went to check the Icelandic horses just to make sure that they don’t have colic or laminits.
They don’t and I know this as I fed them all a diagnostic carrot.
Afterwards, I crossed the hill, elegantly jumped over a fence (ok, scrambled) and went to see the sheep. They were, sort of, all together in their flock and I sat myself down on a comfortable rock to see who came over to talk.
And wee Gussie and his mum, Dahlia arrived as if by magic! Instantly.
Dear little Gus-Gus.
Pepper was also sitting on my knee because Dahlia is not a fan so it was the safest place.
So that was me this late afternoon. Just sitting on a not-very-comfortable rock (I lied about the comfort factor), listening to the birds near by and the sea in the far distance thinking that this is my world and, actually, it is pretty perfect. I wouldn’t change much.
Addendum: I may be drinking wine!
Gussie’s fleece is so lovely. I think you’ll be having a lot of fun making his mini-mes!
Dear Gus and Dahlia they do love you. Such a reward for your kindness. Do you think Dahlia had always lived on the hills or do you think she may have just been turned out there, as they both are so tame. She knew where she wanted her son to be, She is a clever girl that one.
That does sound perfect. It makes me want to sit in my pasture with a glass of wine and have our Shetland sheep come over to say hello. I won’t hear the sea from here, but there are songbirds. Unfortunately traffic from the road too.