Nice to be Out and About

Sometimes it is good to hear “Are you doing anything today?” and off I set off with my camera happy to go new places and meet Shetland ponies

As it is now late in the evening, I won’t waffle on forever but let you enjoy the photos from today of some lovely Shetland ponies.

These first two are of the “fairy tale” mares.  Beautiful girls to work with and be around.

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Then off to the Stallion/Colt field where a herd of jokers lived all jockeying for the top job.  This is Waffle’s Sire and all I can hope is that The Waff is a late maturer because, at the moment, he bears absolutely no resemblance at all to his Dad!


A bit of a San Francisco moment for a miniature stallion.


Grand National anyone?


The very essence of beauty.


I love stallions. They are so comical and very expressive.


They never stop talking to each other.  Glass half full type of chaps.  Every one of them.


Endless hours of endless entertainment being endlessly annoying!


Night, night x

Why, Miss Tiddles, You’re Beautiful!

I let Tiddles and his bezzie, Storm, out into the bit around the house.  They thought I was being nice but I will admit I had an ulterior motive.


I wanted to get rid of the last of Tiddles’ matted foal coat.  So I tied him up in the shed, where he proceeded to have a tantrum, and I brushed him.


We had a bit of a discussion about his mane and the mats that had attached themselves to the forelock.


This discussion consisted of Tiddles rearing as much as he could every time I went near the bit behind his ears or under his mane.  He resembled a stroppy chess piece and, as he was tied up, I just ignored him and persevered with my brushing, occasionally telling him to stop being silly and that absolutely no one had ever died from having their hair brushed.  Not even Andrew.


Tiddles eventually gave up when he realised I wasn’t going to give in.

And now look, isn’t he gorgeous?  We don’t the use the spotty word in the registered Shetland pony world.  Tiddles is skewbald (with a bit of a spotty bot).

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Anyway, I have achieved and that is the final brush of the foal coat to come out.  I did promise him that was it.  The last little bits will drop out on their own.

There was a carroty reward for both and then I put them back in the field so the others could laugh and point.


Hairy Moments

What I like most about photographing Shetland ponies in Shetland are the hair-styles.  The wind blows, the manes move and you can capture some wonderful pictures.

The Cover-Up


An Upstanding Frilly


Old but still got It


An Annoying Bit


Matching Forelock, Matching Beard


(Just Because We are Seriously Cute)


The Comb-Over


The Can’t Do A Thing With It


Down Past the Shoulder


A Gust got it


And last but not least –

Flat but trying!


I hope you enjoyed these photos.

Introducing Hjalti

Let me introduce Hjalti to you.

Old Norse name and byname
Old Norse hjalti = ‘man from Hjaltland (= Shetland)’
Pronounciation – “h-yah-l-tih”

We all think this is the perfect name for the little dude and at last he has his name.  Phew.  I told you he would find it.


I haven’t seen Hjalti for a week as I don’t have a car (OH has sold the Land Rover and needs the little car to get to Lerwick for work).

Once a week I have a flute lesson so that is my car day (yay!).  I use the rest of the day trying to complete all my outstanding messages including visiting Hjalti and Hetja (means Hero by the way and is pronounced Het-tya) who are not living nearby.

Hjalti has changed so much in one week.


His foal fuzz is going and he turning the same colour as Hetja.


But he is still a little treasure and his silly frilly forelock is quite a statement!  Maybe that is the unknown influence of his Uncle Iacs – they can compare styling and hair problems later!

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Hetja is doing very well in her motherhood.  She still won’t let Hjalti talk to his Shetland pony foal friend but he doesn’t mind, follows her everywhere and does everything she says.

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This time of transition (colour and growing) is one all foals go through.  Bits of him grow faster than other parts.  After a few years, everything will catch up and he will be in proportion.  At the moment he is still a gangly little boy trying to find out everything about the world, or at least his field, if his mother will let him.


Always Strange, Never Ordinary!

A lovely sunny day – I am going to make the most of this, I thought.

I caught and tacked up Haakon thinking we could go for a quiet short potter together, just like old times.

I reckoned BeAnne would probably come along for the ride, so to speak, but I never thought Lambie would join us too – yes, that is his little woolly backside running up the track!


But once Lambie puts his little mind to something, he is a tenacious beastie.


Both Lambie and BeAnne know about cars but I was still very wary.  Luckily, Lambie got cold feet (or is that hooves?) once we reached the road and, even though we waited for him, he suddenly turned round and galloped home by himself.

I think we were all rather relieved, to be honest and so we continued just BeAnne, Haakon and me.


We went on our usual route up the hill with BeAnne myopically putting up rabbits – they happily skipped away unharmed as she rarely knew she had done it!


The views, as usual, were breathtakingly beautiful.

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Haakon was in a very amiable mood and we enjoyed ourselves immensely.


BeAnne had her usual skiddoodle through the hill puddles.


I think she wanted to see if she could run along the top of them without getting her feet wet.


Eventually, we wended our way home in the summer sunshine.  Heaven, utter heaven.  For me, it doesn’t get any better than this.


A few chores, and then I treated myself to sitting in a field with my book and the lambs.  They wanted to sit beside me so I took selfies of us!


So like the Kardashians – it is uncanny!