Winter arrived. We have had a smattering of snow but, by golly, it is nippy and then it is gales and snow then gales and snow for the next few days.
I have stables now for everyone but, as it wasn’t windy yet and I am a huge believer in fresh air (as well as sleep) as a cure for all ills, I threw everyone outside while I mucked out.
The Icelandic horses had spent their first night in their new shed. It is 48 square yards big with rubber matting on the floor. Lots of space for everyone. Getting Haakon off the wet mud will help his hoof to heal better.
So this morning, I evicted the Icelandics into their field.
Then it was the turn of Bjørn’s foals, my refugees. I had not intended to let them out during their stay here but it was calm. I stupidly thought they would follow me and my bucket over to a field. Did they heck? No, they instantly scattered and after 10 minutes of unsuccessfully trying, I gave up.
It was like herding cats so I decided to approach the matter another way and went to fetch Waffle. They flocked to him immediately and I led him into their new field. Of course they all followed and I shut the gate and took Waffle back to his friends.
They are very sweet, though and tonight they followed me like the good children they are.