Dreki is 3 years old (and so is his sister, Lilja) and today Daisy and I thought we could do some training with him. Obviously, Dreki’s day-to-day life always involves some instruction – like “back, back” to step backwards and not crowd when we open the gate and he has good on-the-ground manners too.
We brought him in with Efstur who was also doing some in-hand work today.
Dreki has wintered well and is growing nicely. He is a tall boy too.
You would know, if you met him, that Dreki is his father’s son – Taktur.
He is still a baby in many ways – I saw this when I was walking him round the school – there was such a huge difference between him and Efstur (a year older).
When I asked Dreki to halt he would put his nose up for a kiss! We practiced leading (walking and stopping when I stopped and not barging past me), being tied up while not being a berk, and then having each hoof picked up. All easily done.
We will keep doing little bits with him. Nothing to brain taxing because he is still just a 3 year old and really doesn’t have equipment (his little grey cells) ready.
There is something totally magical about the colour of duck’s feathers.
I am completely mesmorised by them.
In my opinion, they are perfect.
Anywho, it feels like it has been a long winter which is still taking it’s time to leave but the colour is coming back into the garden.
Our poor daffs have taken quite a battering recently and OH brings the survivors from the unceasing wind and rain into the house for their last gasp. Some of them smell divine.
We’ve had some harsh weather recently and, although that is good for drying up the mud, it has left its mark with burned edges on the leaves.
I have noticed that it is getting warmer and today we hit double figures on the thermometer.
It was brief. The horses are loving it, though, and beginning to leave the hay to look for the new grass shoots. Always a good sign.
I am sure there will be a few false starts to Spring – this is what happens. I get lulled into a false sense of security and possibly even put my thermals away only to get them swiftly out again as it starts snowing in May. It is not unusual, especially if it is lambing season. It’s like the Gods know or something.
Ok, well the news so far…..
Edna is definitely pregnant with (please God) only one lamb. She is an ideal weight and the lamb should arrive in two weeks’ time. Madge is (thank you God) not pregnant, just doing very well. This is from my sheep expert. I am still in shock about this whole situation but to quote Doris Day “Que Sera, Sera”.
And today the rain stopped, the sun shone, and though the wind blows hard, I took my camera to see the Minions who seriously did not want to be hugged or anything. They had found the beginning of the Spring grass. Hoomans were chopped liver.
Yes, the grass is finally here, if completely invisible to the photographic lens.
The Minions have wintered very well and are a happy little herd.
All are fat as butter and want to be fatter.
I am particularly pleased with the old ladies. Vitamin is looking especially beautiful.
While Fivla is sporting turquoise spray on her face for some fur she lost (about the size of a penny) – we’ve no idea how she did this but, when in doubt, spray everything with turquoise antibiotic spray.
The little boys remain enthusiastic about everything.
Especially all things carrot!
Life is travelling along pretty much the same for us. We go out only to check horses or exercise ourselves and our routine works well.
After doing the horses and ponies, every afternoon I go to my she-shed and continue to make sheeple (this one is waiting for his coat) and in the evening, I transcribe my Great Great Aunt Kate’s diaries. 1906 has been reached so that’s 12 years done. I find it fascinating and am enjoying it very much.
As for the sheeple side, well, I keep making them for a non-existent market. The shop that sells them is closed at present and the visitors are not here.
But I enjoy making them and will just keep going until a) I run out of wool or b) I run out of shed space – whichever arrives first.
In other news, a certain old lady (namely Edna) has told me she is very probably in lamb.
Despite my vet’s best efforts when they were first rescued off the open hill where they were deliberately dumped with ear tags cut out, I would think a lamb or two may be around the corner next week.
If there is any bright side to this, at least (and I need to have this confirmed by my sheep expert), Madge is not in lamb so as Edna is very tame, she will be easy to help if required. I am about to hit Youtube and look for an instant lambing course for those that know nothing. This is not what I planned.
Lamb(s)….. I can’t say I am thrilled but what will be, will possibly be. Please let it go smoothly because I really do not know what I am doing and can’t even pretend that I do.
Daisy and I have been taking things very slowly with Efstur as he is a sensitive chap who does far too much thinking.
A few days ago, Daisy asked me to “let go”, ie put the lead rope over Efstur’s neck. Efstur then followed me while she backed up my verbal instructions with leg, seat and hand aids.
Today was the first day I could take a step back from the track and it was more Daisy’s onboard input than my body and spoken language on the ground.
It was not all plain sailing, by any means, as Efstur was obviously unsure of what was being asked and tried to evade the question if he could but Daisy quietly told him what she wanted and went over the basics again and again and again.
Today Efstur learned the halt transition and walk forwards in a straight line aids and by the end he knew he was a good boy because he had got it. Other things he already knows are to stand still when Daisy gets on and off and to not move off until he is asked. All this may seem very little and insignificent but for us these are the essential training foundation stones from which we build.
Her Maj found a nice patch of sunlight and dozed.
So it was a good training day for Efstur.