I thought I would go and cut some tails that are dragging on the ground so Floss and I drove to Sandness to the girls’ field.
Lyra came racing up to Flossie. I think she thought she might be Her Daisy, although Floss is taller.
This is her “But, but, but….. you’re not My Daisy” face.
She sniffed Flossie all over, determined to find out who this interloper was – she has met Flossie before but I think I had Daisy with me. Lyra has never displayed such purposeful behaviour towards anyone other than Her Daisy.
Lyra was not deterred in her intense investigations but let Floss kiss her.
But we could see that Lyra was utterly bemused by this person who sort of smelled like Her Daisy but obviously wasn’t.
It was very sweet. She was determined to find out what Flossie was if she wasn’t going to be Her Daisy.
She was very gentle and puzzled.
I gave Lyra a brush as well as cutting her long dragging tail while she took an interest in Flossie.
Having finished, we walked away and Lyra never took her eyes of us (probably Flossie) while the other two continued to eat.
As we got into the car, Lyra left the others and trotted up to the fence.
Then she whinnied. Most odd. She so wanted Flossie to be Her Daisy.