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We hae had twa whole days o` sunshine! I may pass oot wi` the shock, just...
I could even hang me washing ootside, and watch it dry in a fairly gentle wind. Mind you, for Sanday, that gentle wind is still a bit blowy compared tae elsewheres.
The wind is also handy for hair drying...I wash me hair then gaun ootside tae dae a bit o` gardening or just sit oot the front o` the hoose (aye, I can be richt lazy sometimes when the sun shines) and just watch the view ower the Peedie Sea across tae Stronsay where on a bright day we can even see their turbines.
The eleven moorhens are so friendly noo, they just gie me a quick look when I gaun in the garden tae mak` sure it is me, then get back tae poking aroond the grass and sauntering intae the vegetable plots tae see what they can scavenge. We let the hens oot the byres last week, they were fairly on a high as they strutted aroond as much o` the garden as they could, in as short a time as they could. Trouble is, wi` the goose nesting, the other geese hae turned as territorial as the SAS. So when I looked up and saw the cockerel go flying past like Michael Schumacher, I figured something was just no` quite right.
See, his hens were on one side o` the rose bushes, and he wanted them ower beside himself. But in atween the hens and him were twa geese, necks ootstretched and hissing awa` like angry kettles! And every time he tried tae get tae his ladies, one o` the geese would tak` off and fair go at him!
So enter yours truly, taking life intae her hands by standing in front o` twa angry geese and trying a completely ineffectual "shoo g`won buggeroff"! at them. Needless tae say, it was ignored. So nothing for it, I took a run at them and that worked. I am just richt glad naebody saw me dae it....
in the meantime the cockerel ran straight for his ladies and they were reunited wi` much cluck and fuss. And noo I hae noticed, the geese mak` sure their territory is well patrolled and the cockerel and his hens keep tae the permiter o` it...but I still see the hens eyeing the goose space wi` eyes that seem tae think the grass is greener there....so will keep a lookoot for mair trouble.
The wee goatkid is doing no` too bad, though she is still no` as bouncy as she should be. I`m fairly convinced it is only the cauld nichts that is affecting her, when I bring her in aside the stove, she gets warmer quickly and is just fine, but I dinnae dae that often for her mam gets distressed at being seperated and has a noisy bleat I`m sure can be heard in Kirkwall! So we still hae the gas heater oot there, and on a` nicht, and she hasnae pegged oot yet so that is hopeful.
She is feeding fine, a guid fat wee puggy she has on her, and mam is aye ways hungry and producing a lot o` guid milk.
Afore I settle doon for the nicht, I go oot and check on them. Mam is usually dozing off, wi` the wee one cuddled up aside her flanks and wi` her wee nose tucked intae mams belly. Mam usually gies me a wee whicker and bleat, then gets back tae chewing and dozing.
My friend was visiting and has named the kid Floppy, I dinnae usually name me beasts, but it suits her. Both her ears are just...well...floppy, and she does a fine impression o` being...floppy....I can gaun oot tae check during the day and there she is, lying doon, and I get tae thinking, "I`m sure she`s no` breathing" so I dae what maist folks would dae...gie her a wee gentle poke! But she still doesnae shift, so I hae tae pick her up, and that is when she decides tae come alive and bleat for a` she`s worth and get mam ggoing tae so in sic a wee place as the porch, it`s a richt cacophony o` bleating goats....

Oor storm damage mounts up....one damaged but repaired caravan, one demolished drystane wall, four wheelbarrows ruined (twa ornamental heavy wood ones and twa metal working ones) wi` a` being left o` one o` them, the left handle....slates off and guttering torn and the garden looks like world war three blew ower it and flattened onything ower three inches high.
But it could hae been worse, so I`m no` ower much fussed.
This time o` year is a guid one for me..I am able tae prop me strung sheepskins on their frames ootdoors tae help drying. It`s a great help, so long may the sun continue here! Plus, the fresh air just scents the wool fine style, the same as it does tae my washing...which I must just gaun oot and fetch in afore dark!