Hetja is a Queen. She is majestic. That is the word that best describes her. Hetja means Hero and it suits her. When we went to buy her in Iceland, Hetja was described as NN – which means No Name. We named her Hetja.
Hetja adores her son, Hjalti. She was made for this and she is a natural mother.
Hjalti is still nursing from his mother.
It doesn’t matter. He was a late foal and I am pleased about that because it is a horrid winter and Hjalti needs a bit of a top-up for growing.
If Hetja minded, she would tell Hjalti but she is not trying to stop him and so he grows bigger and taller this winter.
He looks wonderful – really healthy and vibrant.
Hjalti is also learning to become one of the herd. His “Tante Esja” is happy to engage him in grooming her when she asks. It is all part of his education. Foals learn nothing if there are not sensible herd members to teach them.
Meanwhile, my two boys, Haakon and Klaengur look on.
This winter, we have a happy little Icelandic herd – no worries, no stress and no fights. I like this. It makes for content Icelandic horses that grow up being horses in a social group rather than endlessly fighting for attention or climbing the social ladder.
Boss Mare = Hetja
2nd Boss Mare = Esja
3rd Boss Mare = Vitamin
Boss Gelding = Haakon
2nd Boss Gelding = Klaengur
There is the odd bum-to-bum fight and screaming but that is all part of the politics.