We have a Force 10 storm approaching – this time tomorrow we will be in the worst of it. I cannot guarantee a blog then. We will see if the electricity lasts.
With this impending doom, we made the executive decision to move everyone to our “storm field” – the one with good shelter and some nice sprigs of green grass.
Daisy decided to lead Taktur, Flossie “boofed” the stragglers and I opened the gate and shouted helpfully.
No one needed asking twice.
The herd set off happily.
They all, to a horse, knew which field we wanted them to go in.
All except one. Daisy let Taktur go as he told her knew where he was going. She believed him but watched dismayed as he then managed to miss the huge wide open gate in front of him and head off in the wrong direction down the side of the wrong field.
Then Taktur got into a panic when he realised what he had done but luckily didn’t attempt to jump the fence. Our Icelandic horses don’t know how to jump and if they do, tend to take whole fences with them. Always a disaster.
Taktur is not the brightest star in our firmament.
Even if he is the most handsome.
But he was very happy (read relieved) when he found the others.
Taktur and Efstur went off racing around the field. Goodbye horseshoes.
(I told you they don’t know how to jump)
Efstur showed us what a superb and floaty trot he has, even in a rug.
Haakon looked on with vague interest. He remembered the days when he used to gallop about like an idiot.
And now we will all wait for the storm to arrive.
The hatches are battened down and maybe the storm will go in another direction at the last minute. It has been known to happen.