This morning’s weather can only be described as vile.  Haakon’ and Iacs’s breakfast buckets blew away and I had to scrape up Iacs’ complete with what pills I could find and hope he ate most of them.  Everyone was very unimpressed with my efforts.  Fivla got nothing and left in a huff.  Haakon found a small pile of his breakfast and ate that off the ground.

Meanwhile the wind was blowing hard, the rain was horizontal and I was cursing.

The little ones all sought shelter in one of their containers and I said my mantra “thank the Gods for the containers” as I went to find Silver to give him his TurmerAid.

For once, Newt had been allowed inside but Tiddles wasted no time in telling him to consider himself very lucky and not to get used to it.

So Newt tried to bite him.  ** sigh **.  He doesn’t make life easy for himself.

I waited patiently while Silver ate and thought that it was very warm (read close) in the container while the wind and rain fiercely did their thing outside.

Once finished with the outside animals, OH and I went back inside to find a power cut.  The electricity had been going on and off for a while so we were not particularly surprised.

Luckily we are not 100% reliant on electricity so I could make my breakfast – porridge and coffee.

And after that, I decided to get on with transcribing my Great Great Aunt Kate’s diaries which have been on the back burner this summer.  1944 to finish.