Before the latest gale (on its way), I went over to see the ladies and their foals who are now happily living at Leradale.
The girls know this field very well, having spent last winter expanding in pregnancy together (and they have not lost their hard-earned baby weight).
This is really is the most perfect field so I am sure they are happy to live here with their not-so-little foalios.
While they are nursing their young, the mares need green grass to produce milk.
And the little ones need the green grass to grow.
I think they look fabularse.
Everyone will be visited daily.
Special skills may also be worked on – hello, Mr Headcollar (yes, again and again and again).
At some stage there may also be hello to my vet for Dreki’s castration. Needs must. Dreki is not “stallion material”. (When folk say this, I have visions of John Lewis’ material department from my childhood. Loads of material on large rolls and there is a stallion one out there.)
I have plans for Dreki. If he promises never to trot, he can be my next horse. Plans far away, though and a long way to travel before we get there.
Anywho, as long as the foalios are happy.
These two seem to have developed a bond now, which is lovely to see. I have a theory that Lilja is the brains of the two and Dreki just does as she wants and then takes the blame.
And they haven’t met the neighbours yet……
(to be continued/ …..)