Daisy and I mucked out the bebbies’ original stable. At the time we had gone down the deep litter route.. It needed doing, they had moved out and Jo/Fiona were working on the trailer ramp. So Daisy and I rolled up our sleeves, shovelled and moved the festering contents of the stable floor. No more deep litter ever. I refuse to discuss it as an option. Just a pile of shit mounting up every day. Loathesome and very hard work. There is no avoiding the work and my back suffered.
Two co-codamol later, you could eat your supper off that stable floor and I was dead. So I grabbed my coat, my camera and went into the Icelandic horses’ field. Everyone was having a snooze so I thought I would join them.
I walked a wide circle around the snoozers, found a dry(ish) spot, put my coat on the ground and lay down to catch some rays and Vitamin D.
One by one, Hetja, Esja and Klængur stood up and walked up to my prone body. They investigated me very carefully. I was sniffed and breathed on. My glasses were fogged up by Hetja who had never seen any human resting in her field. It worried her, I think.
Klængur was very interesting – he stood in between Hetja and Esja and let them know what was acceptable behaviour and who was invading my space. He would stop them and get in their way.
I felt very safe and relaxed. Eventually, the girls were bored and walked away, but Klængur stayed, gently nudging me while I kissed his nosey. He is very orange.
I took a few “weird” photos from strange angles, i.e. lying on the ground.
Meanwhile, once the trailer ramp was mended, we took the bebbies back home to Thordale.
Life is good!