Relationships Are Never Easy

Today was the day that Taktur was taken over to live with the mares, Hetja and Brá.  They had come over to Thordale a few days ago.

No one was missing Taktur.  They had just come up to watch – this was a spectators’ sport.

Once in his new field, Taktur went off exploring.

He knew he was there for a reason.

And he could smell his Lady-Girls.

But they were not going to make it easy for him.

Some might think they were even hiding….

Or thinking of a cunning plan!

Suddenly Taktur remembered his purpose in life.

I’m pretty sure there’s a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is.

We may have to rename Taktur now.  Derek springs to mind.

Anyway, Taktur did away with the formalities of an introduction.

He bounced about trying looking handsome.

If I am perfectly honest the girls were not very impressed.

I think, though, that Brá had her come-hither look for Taktur.  Hetja was having none of it.

I won’t lie to you and say everything is hunky dory.  Suffice it to say this is how we left them.

Everything is fine and peaceful until Taktur has “an idea” and rushes over to discuss it.

The girls kick the sh** out of Taktur, they all squeal a bit and then they go back to grazing.

If it all descends to anarchy tomorrow, we will take Taktur out and try again at a later date.  This is work-in-progress.

Meanwhile, “what is Daddy doing to Mummy?” is going on.  We moved them out of sight.

Wiped Out

The weather is horrid and I am feeling absolutely exhausted.

I just can’t seem to stop feeling so weary.  My Tens machine is on 24/7 and I have no energy.

Today, I pushed myself to go on my usual walk.

The garden looks like it has been blasted with a flame-thrower.  In the last storm, the wind burnt everything.

It is very sad to see.  OH is very disappointed.

Maybe, when the sun comes back I will have more energy and enthusiasm. I feel like I have been run over by a steamroller.

Sorry for the whinge.  This time last week, I was “running” up and down hills and being a “Dance Mom” of the riding variety.  Maybe that’s why.

The Boyzens

I miss Puzzah but, to be perfectly honest, I don’t think the others do.

Now the weather has turned (rain and wind), the Boyzensberries all decided to come up to be around the house where there is more shelter.

There is also long grass around the house which really needs eating down.

My sheeple look very smart after their shearing.  We are all beginning to get accustomed to their new look.  It is always rather a shock.


Even Lambie is looking less pink mostly because he finds as much dirt as he can to lie in.  He will never be a clean white (and black) sheep.

(But he is stilll a Mummy’s Boy – always speshul and much hugged)

Guess who always wants their ration  of two Ginger Nut biccies?

I think sheep are very underrated as family.


All Quiet

Last night, on her way home a friend drove past the Minion field for me to check up on Lilja.  I was very disappointed to see that she was all on her own while the others huddled together ain the corner.  Not good. I was worried and started to think that tomorrow I would swap Lilja and Fivla into Waffle and Storm’s field, returning to the two bullies to the herd.

Photo by Karen Ashley

So, today before I went to work, I went to see how Lilja was getting on.

Much better.

I was very relieved to see she was considered to be now part of the herd.

They all seem very happy and settled.  No more arguments.

Waffle and Storm are in their Naughty Corner are having a merry old time running up and down trying to kill each other, which is fine as they are both fairly well matched and hopefully it will keep them warm.  I am still not talking to them but I don’t think they care!

The weather is revolting today – a northerly wind, 7 degrees Celsius with sporadic fierce rain.

Lilja was happy, though, and that is all that matters.  As I drove past, she even recognised the van and thought she would come up and say hello.

Beastly Waffle

Brá and Hetja (Icelandic mares) have come home to run with our stallion, Taktur.

So we put Lilja (Icelandic filly) and Fivla (Shetland pony) in with the Minions.

Sadly it did not go well.

In theory the Minions were pleased to see Lilja.

But the worst was Waffle. He was hateful.

Poor Lilja was desperate to make friends.

But Waffle made it his business to to be vile to her.

Fivla, who has been Lilja’s “step-mum”, for the past few weeks totally ignored her “baby”.

So Lilja ran around the field very worried and stressed out.

The others then joined Waffle in at chasing Lilja out of her new herd.

It was quickly descending into chaos.

I felt really bad for Lilja.  She did not deserve this.

The problem was not going to sort itself out.

Waffle was horrid and never gave up. Lilja was now threatening to jump out.

I was furious with Fivla for her total lack of caring or involvement while Lilja’s situation rapidly deteriorated.

So, in the end, Floss and I caught Waffle and Storm as he was beginning to be a prat too. We put them both into another field, further away.

This meant Lilja could make friends without being chased away and begin to be accepted into the herd.

Meanwhile, in the Naughty Corner…….. well, they can both rot in Hell.

Friends and neighbours are checking Lilja regularly.  She is more settled now so that’s encouraging.